Cleave: why are you here? im a literal possesed suit of armor so id rather not have a demon be talking with me, you know cause near demons my soul is already weak so it is just slowly leaking out of me now
POV: YOU ARE AT A BAR; MICI IS VERY CLEARLY DRUNK AND STARTS FLIRTING WITH YOU... (I MEAN IF HE FLIRTED WITH ME...*TRYING NOT TO SAY SOMETHING I'D REGRET*)