His grace prickled uneasily when he grinned. "Raphael, what do I owe this pleasure?"
She looked at him as if it were a burden to be in his presence. "Michael wants you to stop altering the ecosystem of this country."
He couldn't help but scoff.
"Oh, that's nice," he said, making a show of looking around as he edged closer. "And where is he? I'm sure that he hasn't just sent you to play messenger, right?"
Raphael scrunched slightly her nose at Lucifer's closeness. "You are not Michael's only concern, Lucifer," she snarled. "Michael cannot ignore his own responsibilities to come here to deal with your tantrums."
Lucifer's grace flared for a second. He moved his hand slowly towards her and smirked. "Hasn't anyone taught you to respect your elders, little sister?" His hand brushed her cheek, letting his grace linger a little closer to his fingertips, enough for Raphael to feel it.
