[ Cue an eyeroll. He's not even fazed by all this, not the least bit intimidated even if he doesn't have Angel to intervene this time. ]

Newsflash, your highness. These aren't your people.

[ He's rolling his shoulders, cracking his knuckles. Just squaring himself off to prepare for another brawl. ]

They may look like your people, but take a look around. This isn't our hell. If anything, you should be fucking PISSED at the fuckwads who thought this poor excuse of hell is ANYTHING compared to what we got back home.

You feeling angry, princesa? You wanna do something about it?