"What are you doing?" Wrath wiped her mouth with the last piece of napkin on the table.
"What do you mean?" Lust dug into his meal.
"You know what I mean. You're doing that charming sweet talk on that poor girl."
"Oh, coming from a morally skewed person like you it means a lot. And for your information, I do mean what I said."
Wrath rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right."
Just as he was done with his food, the redheaded waitress rolled around their area with a glass of vanilla sundae and a jelly donut.
"Here, as a token of my appreciation," Uriel smiled.
"Oh, gee. You shouldn't have! It's my pleasure," he tried to push the offerings away.
"No, no. Please, I insist."
"Here. You can have the sundae," Lust slid the glass to his friend's side.
