Atticus offered them another polite angelic salute, but otherwise said nothing. Eyes still glowing, he turned to face the two demons before speaking in a low voice.
"These objects should have been buried with their owner. What are they doing in the hands of some nameless demons like you?"
"What's it to you? It's your fault the owner is dead in the first place!"
They weren't wrong, but that only made the situation even worse. Atticus was shocked into a furious silence as he quickly thought of a way out of it. In the end, he resorted to his usual tactic: changing the subject.
"If you are unwilling to accept the objects these demons are offering, I would like to take them in your stead," He told Frances and Reuben.
"Pfft! You want all this shit?" One of the demons barged in again, "What, are you looking for? Some kinda trophy? Something to mount on a wall to honor your glorious victory over Bentley Hellbourne?"