Blackheart snarled. Fine. He wasn't about to put up with this nonsense from a fairy who didn't know the prince of Hell when she saw him. And she was more than welcome to go and cry over more tequila, too. He'd find better clothing than the crap that his father had forced on him elsewhere, and leave this little hole to the pixie. Fairy. Whatever. It wasn't his fault if she preferred to serve stupid, half-brained, pathetic little humans over him. Her loss.