When no retort came in answer to his mockery and harsh words, Rick looked once again in Abel's direction, properly taking him in this time. Usually, when people didn't even splutter an offended sound in his direction it meant either that he had scared them into silence or that they were so thick that the insults had flown over heads.
The angel didn't seem particularly terrified, just confused like a puppy who had gotten kicked for apparently no reason. Could he be that dumb?
...Or, third even if usually very much less likely option, he had realised that talking back would have just made it worse and had wisely chosen to shut up.
Whatever the reason, the man decided that he was satisfied with the result. Perhaps being forced to drag his new guardian around like a sack of potatoes and putting him into harm's way would have been less of a chore than what he had expected.
He jabbed the key in the ignition, but his hand faltered for a split second when Abel asked his question. Ice blue eyes instantly snapped towards him. Was this guy serious? Hadn't they told him just what kind of crazy motherfucker he would be stuck with? Because it sounded like they hadn't, or maybe the angel hadn't read the file...or whatever they gave to their people when they were sent on a mission.
In any case, it was absolutely hilarious.
"Y-You could say this is a milk run," he replied, voice filled with sadistic glee. He started the spaceship, manoeuvring it out of the garage. "J-Just a little business with these guys, i-in another galaxy."
The vehicle shook a little as it lifted from the ground, racing towards the edges of the planet's atmosphere.
"Y-You know, intergalactic organised crime shit. T-The sort of assholes who love being trigger-happy. 'S-Shoot first, fuck asking' might just be their motto." He snorted, reaching to elbow Abel in the ribs. "J-Just the fuckin' usual."
Oh, he was having so much fun now.