Chiaro curled his lip. “What a vulgar excuse for humor.” He hissed. “But I wouldn’t call you ‘classy’. What makes you think I would even crack a smile?” He reached behind him, grabbing the open book and slamming it shut. “I would leave now if I were you.” He added, brushing past the angel and walking down the isles. “I’m not planning on doing anything to you, mind. But as you obviously saw, this is a library, and a place for quiet.” Studying the dark shelves, he narrowed his eyes. “You have my stolen soul; it’s probably met its fate by now. So what other business have you here?”