Confronting "Yuma!"

After classes, Issei went with Rias to approach Raynare, who stood alone in a hall. "Okay, what the hell, Raynare?"

"...nice to see you too, Issei," "Yuma" remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm thick enough to cut with a knife as she rolled her eyes.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Rias demanded of the Fallen Angel in disguise.

"Well, you see, when a man and a woman love each other very much, or are too piss drunk to see how butt ugly the other is..." Raynare began, and then rolled her eyes again, before she suddenly changed tracks, "What the fuck do you think I'm here for?"

"You're obviously here to spy on us," Rias noted, narrowing her eyes.

"...you're partly right. But the main reason? This is part of my punishment from Azazel-sama," she replied.

"Your... punishment?" Issei blinked, and she scowled.

"I'm basically supposed to serve you and your Peerage, within reason," she gritted out. "Basically, I'm being punished by being your whipping bitch, and I'm not allowed to harm any of you in any way, save for if you use me for training. Believe me, no one is more pissed off about this than I am..."

"...so, basically, you're a Trojan Horse," Rias mused. "Kind of transparent of Azazel, actually."

"Nothing's free. That's what he said to say if you brought up the fact that I'm obviously supposed to report back anythign of interest I observe," Raynare shurgged.

"...so? Do we just kick he to the curb, and tell Azazel to figure out another punishment for her?" Issei asked Rias, who considered their options.