The words were simple enough, but Chris felt his hackles rising anyway. His shoulders tensed and he frowned, crossing his arms to close out the man who presumed he could protect him. It had been an idea in the back of his mind for a little while yet not one Chris entertained for long because it was ridiculous. He didn't need a whitelighter for a variety of reasons and there were plenty of other people, directly related to him even, who could have used one more than Chris.

"I don't know if you've noticed or not," he said, the heavy insult in his tone holding off the sharp edge, "but I don't need a whitelighter. We've got enough in my family, including myself. Since you're just the messenger, I'll let you go with a warning. Just make sure the Elders get it through their heads they should be wasting their resources somewhere else, yeah?"

The guy himself didn't seem too bad. Chris couldn't come to accept him for that position for obvious reasons, but he was going to feel a little bit bad sending him back Up There with his tail between his legs when he was done here. Having someone breathing down his neck and trying to meddle in his affairs was not what Chris needed, especially with his secret trips down to the Underworld of late to finish a few things that his other self had started in another lifetime.