"No, sir I am sorry, I can't help you. As I have stated at least seven times now, I am not for rent! Please, go away! Yes, I -know- I'm wearing a bathrobe, but again, may I stress it is not for ease of access! Please, I'm getting a headache. Go away."

With a sigh, I turn, seeking escape from this utterly rude person who seems to find me compelling. That tells me right there he's quite off his rocker.

"Uruviel! Thank goodnes, I'm so glad to see you. Were you looking for me? I hope so, please say you were."