"Khwaa! Ah! Ackh!"
Asmodeus choked on his tea and started coughing.
"Goodness, what happened to subtlety?!" he spluttered, thumping his chest a few times before glaring at me with wounded disbelief. "You can't just open with that! There's etiquette to these things!"
"Oh?" I leaned back in my chair, wholly unimpressed. "Because last I checked, you're a Demon Prince who keeps invading my dreams uninvited. Forgive me if my manners didn't make the cut."
He clicked his tongue, his crimson eyes narrowing with exaggerated reproach. "Okay, one, you wound me. Truly. Here I was thinking we'd eased into the banter phase of our relationship already. And two, you are the one barging into my dreams. We've been over this."
"One, we don't have a relationship," I replied flatly. "Two, that's not the point here."
"Mmm," Asmodeus hummed, taking another careful sip of his tea. "Denial and diversion. Classic coping mechanisms."
I ignored him. "Answer the question, demon."
