“Are you nervous?” She asked quietly, drumming her fingers on her lap. *** “Apologize for saying that word!”
“Maxine’s alright,” Val said. “She’s blunt, but I always appreciate that in situations like this.” *** He stooped down and picked her up easily. “Yes.”
She glanced over at him before nudging him slightly. “You have your worried face on.” *** “Apologize.”
“Yeah. Well, that’s good. It shows you care.” *** “Fine then,” he said, starting to walk. “To the Well!”
“I'm just trying to be reassuring. It doesn’t come naturally to me.” *** “Your misuse of the word ‘fantastic’ has murdered me.”
She squinted at him before sighing. “Because I’m a demon?” *** He frowned before jumping, hoping to startle her.
"Exactly!" *** Her hand gripped his and tightly, the other his shoulder. She looked surprised, but didn't make noise, her eyes wide.
“Demons can be reassuring. It’s how they steal souls.” *** He laughed deeply, looking down at her. “Apologize.”
She gave him a grin. “Too late.” *** He squinted at her. “I’m goig to drop you unless you apologize.”
“It’s mine now. I’m going to sell it on the black market.” *** He gave her a devilish grin. “3...2...”
