But before Knox could step away, firm hands wrapped around his wrist and stopped him. He looked back, baffled.
Azrael wasn't looking at him but to his fiancée instead. Diva pointed at herself, dumbfoundedly. Azrael grimaced, "Yes. Get out. You're imposing on me too much."
"I'm here because of the reporters in my house and it's your fault!" Diva protested. However, her finger pointed to Azrael was snatched and she got dragged to the entrance door, "What the hell, Azi! Why do you keep dragging me everywhere?! Damn you, I'm wearing a robe! At least, let me get dressed!"
The two kept bickering at each other while Knox stood there uncertain what to do next.
"Then, go ahead and get dressed, and leave!" Azrael shouted. He grabbed Knox and dragged him upstairs. Knox struggled at first, but as he looked down from the stairs and met Diva's disgruntled face, he stopped.