Wayne snorted twice, squeezed past Aztemo, and sat on the Throne of Death alongside him.
It's a bit cramped. The Throne of Death isn't as spacious as the Throne of the Heavenly Father.
Aztemo glared at Wayne, slapping away the arm trying to buddy up.
Wayne rubbed his hand, grimacing and pretending to be in pain: "Look on the bright side, even though you failed to advance, as my vassal, even if Yalien succeeds, you won't be reduced to being her little sister."
"I'd rather be her little..."
"Think carefully before you speak, I'm not your average pervert. I'm quite bold, and in a fit of anger, you'll have to sit on my lap," Wayne threatened with a hum.
Aztemo turned her head angrily to look away, getting more annoyed as she thought, and shouted in frustration.
She felt better.
