[Kazuya was fairly certain he was dying. Instead of feeling better after voiding the contents of his stomach, he felt worse, somehow. Awful taste in the mouth, that horrible burn in his throat and up his nose (how????), that disgusting smell, his stomach feeling like it was trying for the Olympic gymnastic teams with how it was twisting itself into painful knots... oh God, if you had any mercy, please put him out of his misery right now...]

Y-Yeah... [His face was scrunched up, taking short, deep breaths to try and make sure Round 2 didn't occur] M'sorry, didn'... mean to... Kevvy, you, amazin'... you dealin' with this, god, m'sorry. You're my favourite angel, y'know, better than Metatron, like, he'd've... drowned me in th' toilet, I think...

[Ah, here comes the semi-conscious, drunken rambling, slightly muffled past the paper towel clean up, but audible all the same. You don't understand Kevin, even if you are one scary sonuvabitch, you're still his favourite angel (next to Remiel, of course)! He just had to tell you this, just to make up for all this disgusting sick business! Yes, right now, in the bathroom, naked sans for towels. He had to tell you right now how amazing and perfect you are and did he mention you were his favourite angel?]