[ He was about to comment about being very well-versed in English literature, but then Chilton made a confession -- or what he perceived as one. Walt raised a brow and his expression became one of disgust. ]

So you did align yourself with Lucifer. I fucking knew it. Can't wait for that to blow up in your face. It's only a matter of time before one of your demons turns on you.

[ Didn't Chilton even take into consideration that Abduxel was working alongside Crane? Didn't he stop to think for a moment about what Lucifer was and how he deceived? For a smart guy, he sure was an idiot. ]

And that is also exactly why we can't work together. You're not a trustworthy man and those you align yourself with are even less so. I don't know what game you're playing with me, Chilton, but you should be grateful I'm even wasting my breath talking to you. You should feel honored that I even agreed to meet with you on Friday evenings once more. But I told you already, didn't I? Everything about this is on my terms.

[ He reached down, lifting the watch bearing wrist into Chilton's line of view -- making him look at it. ]

You don't get say. You don't get power. You only get to give advice when I ask for it. You can be a passenger on my journey -- my gift to you for your enlightenment. You can belong to me. But you're never going to be my equal. And you certainly don't get any say in what I choose to do. You either accept it the way you accepted my hand in your pants, or you reject the notion and lose me -- getting to go back to your twisted harem of demons. Are you fucking them, too?

[ Too. As though to imply he and Walt were intimately engaged in some way beyond Walt pretty much forcing himself upon Chilton. ]