Lazarus simply smiled at the blood mage, wiping the blood from his face, before laughing. "That's adorable." He coughed. "If that is what you see heaven and angels as then I feel sorry for you, wrapped up in a fake world inside your head. Angels are merely figures entrusted with powers from the heavens above to cast judgement on sinners. There's nothing about us being divines." He smirked a little. "I have done horrible things,  a lot worse things than you will ever witness. Don't push me friend. Don't underestimate me." He adjusted his coat before looking back at her. "You should really change your attitude you know..." He said in a concerned voice,"... or one of us may be sent for you sooner than you'd of hoped."" He smiled at her as if to apologize for the bad air between them, before turning to Sasha. Beaming at her. She had defended him as a friend. "It seems you aren't as hard nails as you let off," he touched her chin. "...now about that date, dinner... and then you may see what my room actually looks like." He chuckled, before realizing what had just said. He covered his mouth, and his face comically turn bright red. "No! No! Not like that... I would never do things like that with you... I mean.... I would, you're a beautiful woman, but.... I mean... Eugh... AH!!!!!!!!!!" He buried his face in his hands. He brought it back up. "Hi my name is Lazarus." 

There were progressions between the masked wizard, and the guild. Lazarus stepped in, now calm. "Now listen here masked magician." He paused. "Are you on our side? Or do you attempt to stop us? Answer that, and let that be that." He put a hand out to stop people kicking off like himself a few minutes ago.