The teacup hits Samael square in the face, shattering upon impact with the metallic masks which protects him from the majority of the damage, but still dazes him. He staggers back, the dagger in his right hand dropping to the ground as he instinctively raises his dominant hand to check his face and rub his head until the daze clears. He shakes his head, clearing the blurriness around the edge of his vision with a violent snarl.

It takes him a further two seconds to realise the girl is gone. He growls low in his throat in anger, snatching up the dagger with had left a sharp groove cut out of the wooden floor. A cold breeze rolls across the room, making the candle flicker again, and his head snaps to the window, which is now wide open. He'd definitely closed it behind him.

Running to the window, Samael leans through it looking first up at the eaves of the house to makes sure she wasn't hanging there, then down at the ground, where he can see her getting to her feet. "Shit." He curses, and climbs onto the windowsill, he looks down at the candle flickering by his side and picks it up, throwing it at the bed. It lands on its side, and quickly the bedsheets catch, the flames licking across the bread, spreading like... well, like fire.

Satisfied that the fire would destroy any evidence of their struggle, he turns back to the open window and jumps through it, his arms outstretched. He feels wood under his fingertips and immediately tightens his grip, locking his hand around the windowledge of the house on the other side of the narrow road. His body follows his hands, and he crashes into the stone wall with a loud thud and a groan as all the wind is taken out of him. He hangs there for a couple of seconds to regain his breath, then drops to the ground carefully, crouching as he lands, turning in the air to face back towards the house he'd just left, smoke starting to spiral out of the open window.