"...."
He had one intention right now, and it was death. if Grim was going to try to make him and August marry, he'd choose death. He searched for something to break his orb.
Grim: Hm...no, I don't think we're doing that today.
He flicks his wrist and the fireplace poker flies out of Kat's hand and lodges itself into the wall
Grim: Now...I think you'll behave...if you want the angel to stay in one piece.
He yanks August foward, choking him with the strings. August clutches his throat
August: A-AHH!