Released from the command to be silent, Jim staggered a little with the strain of holding in its comments. It c****d an eyebrow at the wrath demons. “Hiyas. Long time no see, Sori. How they hangin’, Tachan? Been forever since I’ve seen you guys. You still got a thing for rams?”
The p***s watcher shot Jim an outraged look that nearly set the demon’s coat smoking.
The sound of a man’s singing grew louder as the bar-keep evidently found Magoth’s champagne.
“You guys stay here. I’ll take care of whatever Bael wants and be back as quickly as I can. Don’t forget to tell Gabriel I went willingly,” I said hurriedly, one eye watching the storeroom door. “He doesn’t need to come rescue me.”
“That you know,” Savian said, just adding that little extra dollop of worry that I needed to make my miser
