Ishmael’s good mood at Galina’s return was being punctured by Azazel’s persistent pissiness. He wasn’t sure why he was letting it get to him so fiercely tonight; perhaps Galina’s absence had made things harder to stomach at the caverns.
“Oh, you know,” Ishmael said, tossing Azazel a dark look - a little more callous than he usually was when in her company alone - and he was only speaking for himself here when he explained, voice dripping with sarcasm, “holding the caverns together single-handedly. Stopping anyone else from getting arrested for murder. Keeping the wild ones on their leash.”
All wonderful fun, that had been. He felt bad, still, that he hadn’t been able to prevent Galina’s arrest. But he couldn’t say that, not with Azazel lurking at his shoulder in a mood like this. He oughtn’t be poking the bear in the first place, probably, but he could help the jibe and the jerk of a thumb to illustrate exactly who he meant as the troublemakers.
“They’ll be watching you, won’t they?” Ishmael demanded of Galina, solemnly. No doubt they would, even if they’d released her. Things would still be on a knife edge for them.
“Oh, you know,” Ishmael said, tossing Azazel a dark look - a little more callous than he usually was when in her company alone - and he was only speaking for himself here when he explained, voice dripping with sarcasm, “holding the caverns together single-handedly. Stopping anyone else from getting arrested for murder. Keeping the wild ones on their leash.”
All wonderful fun, that had been. He felt bad, still, that he hadn’t been able to prevent Galina’s arrest. But he couldn’t say that, not with Azazel lurking at his shoulder in a mood like this. He oughtn’t be poking the bear in the first place, probably, but he could help the jibe and the jerk of a thumb to illustrate exactly who he meant as the troublemakers.
“They’ll be watching you, won’t they?” Ishmael demanded of Galina, solemnly. No doubt they would, even if they’d released her. Things would still be on a knife edge for them.
