Samael watched his boss hum a tune while he held out two differently colored jackets for him.
"Sir, I believe it doesn't matter what suit you wear to a podcast interview on The Surface." He never really liked that place. In his eyes, every wingless creature was beneath him. For humans, he harbored a particular disdain. Of all creatures, their life spans were the shortest.
"True, but it doesn't mean I can just drop by with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, right?" Alric retorted as he fixed his necktie. "Besides, I have a date afterward." The grin on his face was all Samael needed to know.
"You're meeting that human escort again, Sir?" The angel sounded very exasperated.
"That human's name is Astrea." Alric reached out to grab the bright gray jacket from Samael's right arm.
"Sir, I highly recommend not getting too attached to this human named Astrea. You are paying for her services, after all. In the worst case, she's ripping you off."
