I scowled, still jittering from the unholy hookup. The tea tray sat on his nightstand, untouched. The ghostly music from upstairs was audible through the door. A stray skeleton waltzed by. I shrieked.
"There are dead people out there!"
"They're my guests."
"Me or the dead people, Samael. You can't have both."
He chucked the pillow at me. "Women ruin everything." His eyes flashed an angry red. He watched me struggle through the mounds of snake tail as he delicately prepared his cup of daily tea. "Next you'll have me clip my wings."
"I could make cool dream catchers out of them for Experimental Art class."
"You'd be dead in the morning."
"Fletch arrows with them?"
"As if you could shoot a bow."
"You're a misogynist pig- I mean snake. A misogynist copperhead.."
