"This is demeaning," I said darkly.
"Associating with you demeans me."
"You forced yourself upon me!"
"You forced me to."
It went on like this until we reached a clearing- the woods sloped down, revealing moss covered rocks and a granite cliff face that sloped sharply downwards to a darkened valley. The scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat wafted upwards with all the sounds of a good heathen party stirring down below.
"Loki must throw really good feasts," I said, stomach rumbling with the enticing promise of roast boar. I hadn't had breakfast, after all.
"The best in the universe," Samael said, almost envious. "Yet he never invites me..."
"No one invites you to parties, remember? You're kind of the death of them."
