He looked like he wouldn’t answer, but finally, he said, “he can be an arrogant d**k, he fought me and almost killed Jake in the battle in heaven, he acts all high and mighty quite literally, the list goes on as to why we don’t get along.”
“Sheesh, ok, don’t take it out on me.”
He looked at me as if realizing he had been talking in anger towards me and pulled me into his arms, “sorry.” He kissed the top of my head and I looked up at him warily.”
“What?” He asked.
“You feeling ok? You’re not usually nice and loving.”
He let me go, “Pfft, sorry for trying, I won’t bother next time.”
Usually I would retort back at him, but I let it slide. “Oh stop being so moody, you’re a really moody demon, you know that?”
“Being with you does that to a demon, you’re hard work.”
That time, I slappe
