“Miss me, hm?” he merely teased, at her disgruntlement. They were quite old enough not to live pinned to each other’s side, thank you very much. Was Azazel always this whiny?
“Oh, but I didn’t say we were going to do things your way,” Ishmael intoned, baring his teeth in a grin. “I’m too lazy to bury any bodies tonight,” he explained, as if he was ever inclined to kill for the sake of one meal; “but that doesn’t mean we can’t treat ourselves to a walking, talking snack.” There was some Ishmael in this; it was what he did all the time, take a little from a willing human. But he had never felt so willing to trust Azazel as tonight - never so willing to take a possibly disastrous risk - and that was very odd. He stretched out a hand to her, giving it the touch of a challenge. “Don’t you trust me?”
(But seriously, what? When had he ever thought it a good idea to trust her?)
“Oh, but I didn’t say we were going to do things your way,” Ishmael intoned, baring his teeth in a grin. “I’m too lazy to bury any bodies tonight,” he explained, as if he was ever inclined to kill for the sake of one meal; “but that doesn’t mean we can’t treat ourselves to a walking, talking snack.” There was some Ishmael in this; it was what he did all the time, take a little from a willing human. But he had never felt so willing to trust Azazel as tonight - never so willing to take a possibly disastrous risk - and that was very odd. He stretched out a hand to her, giving it the touch of a challenge. “Don’t you trust me?”
(But seriously, what? When had he ever thought it a good idea to trust her?)
