It wasn't that he'd let his guard down, but rather Luca's words distracted him. It was one thing for a priest to never have done an exorcism. But to have almost no interaction with demons at all? Some how, he'd always assumed the Vatican was some might stronghold full of warriors. But that was based on the few priests he actually knew, and only a vague understanding of how the Catholic church was organized.

He'd been about to let out a string of obscenities at the priest, when his hands slipped as the demon sudden threw it's head back and he got the man's scalp to his nose. It wasn't enough to make it bleed, but he certainly saw stars.

With a growl and a curse, he shoved the man back down to the floor, just in time for the flames to erupt. He was trying to not think of those syllables that were pouring out of the demon's mouth. Though they were even more alien to the redhead than Latin, he was more familiar with it. Somewhat. It was the language that haunted his dreams. The sort of voice that had him finding every humanly possible way to avoid dreams. The sort of sound that made something primal in his gut seize up in terror.

"Would you get it over with already?" He growled.