"You still ended up getting the praise you deserved, my Emerald," Wei Caihong said, who looked at all the useless knickknacks on the floor. "We will need to clean this up."
"Sugar puff, clean this up," Bjorn said and when nothing happened, he huffed. "It would have been good if I could do the trick too."
He whined and Azazel attempted to embrace him, only to be stopped by the same invisible force as before.
"Will you talk dirty to me if I do?" Asked the angel hopefully, and he received the middle finger for his words.
But the force let up, and he finally managed to hug his husband who, even though he had a frown on his face, didn't do anything to break off the embrace.
"Maybe afterward. And it all depends on how fast you put everything in place," Bjorn told him.
Azazel let go of him as if burned. He began to pick the keepsakes from the floor and to rush to the rafts to place them as if they were lined up soldiers for inspection.
