Michael blinked. Then blinked again.
A headache pounded at the back of his skull.
This bastard.
"First of all," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I wasn't staring. I was thinking."
"Oh, you think now? That's new," Samael mused. "Must be hard for you."
Michael clenched his jaw, inhaling deeply through his nose. He's not worth it. He's not worth it. — he told himself.
Xaldreth, however, was far more invested in the conversation.
(His throat. You can crush it in one move. I'll even teach you how to make it painless. Or not. Your call.)
Michael ignored him.
Dealing with one fool provoking him was exhausting enough. Two was downright unbearable.