Lazarus folded his arms and slumped down, after being told off. "But my coat!..." He wailed in a childish, yet cute manner. He puffed his cheeks out. "Even so, when I touched him, I sense a decent amount of magic power within." He nodded. "Good potential, revolting attitude." He shook his head, and called out to his guild mates chuckling. "I cant believe you thought I would throw him out of the window!" He laughed. "I'm much more mature than 3 years ago! Last time my coat got wet was when Wes...." He brought his sentence to an abrupt end. "Oh yeah... Wes." He had made himself sad remembering him. He clenched his fists, now angry. Him and Wes were very good friends. He muttered under his breath. "We'll get you back Wes. I promise."

Upon hearing Sasha complain to him and Damian, he thought some childish humor would go down well. He made kissy lips and flexed his arm muscles. "Because Sasha, nobody would dare to question the mighty phoenix wing blade, and the heavenly angel." He chuckled.