Ishiah doubles back to reach for his glass of port before striding easily into the kitchen, reaching in the cabinets for pots and pans. The sugar from the port lingers on his tongue as Ishiah readies a pot of salted water and turns on the electric stove. It doesn't have the same charm as a gas stove might, but it's cleaner, safer — a more practical design that Ishiah appreciates well.

"I'm sure that you're well aware of what I've been focused on these past couple of days. There shouldn't be any surprise. The situation involving Castiel and Dean Winchester has reached a point where it's hard to hold my tongue. I find myself working against my principles, and it makes me restless." With a sharp exhale, Ishiah turns around to the fridge, rooting around in the freezer for the shrimp he has carefully nestled away, shutting the tray afterwards with a brittle, forceful clap.