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"You just gonna stand around looking pretty all day, or have you actually got something to say?"
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"You just gonna stand around looking pretty all day, or have you actually got something to say?"
{In regards to the 'Claimed' meme} "Nice to see you too, Uncle Mike." Lilith muttered, flexing her jaw to see if it was broken.
"Don’t call me that." He replied, flexing his hand. He was stronger than a demon- but they didn’t break quite as easily as humans did. It had left his hand sore.
"Oh really, because from what I hear, there is /no/ Heaven." Lilith looked up at Michael, her eyes turning for the a brief second. "Mmm, all that untapped energy just waiting to harnessed. It's better than a new born baby on Christmas."
"Heaven is very much still there," he said calmly, studying her as one might study a venomous snake. With curiosity and wariness; the only difference was that he knew he could take her in a fight.
"Why, Lilith," he said dryly, "no need for such flattery."
"Such as?" Lilith eyed Michael curiously.
"Such as the affairs of Heaven, which are not for your ears," he told her, his voice getting much sterner with each word.
"I was trying be civil, you were the one threatening me."
"If that is what you wish to believe," he replied easily, shrugging once. "I must decline your offer, then, for I have other things to which I must attend."
"Yeah, yeah." Lilith waved a dismissive hand. "I don't know but I've heard several humans talking about it and it sounds like fun."
"I'm sure you are quite capable of going alone, though. Why don't you just do that? After all, you don't seem to be particularly enjoying my company."
"You seem to be forgetting that God created me, Michael, which means you're powers or precious Angel blade won't work on me." She pointed out, her smile turning a little more deadly.
"God created quite a lot of things," he replied ever so easily. "I have more than one weapon, Lilith. I can always hurt you without my powers or my angel blade."
"--Now, what was all this trick or treating business about?" he asked abruptly, raising an eyebrow. He was still wondering why she'd come to him of all beings in the first place.
"Save the idle threats for someone that they might actually work on; like Dean for example." Lilith shot back, smiling just as pleasantly as Michael was.
"Threats, yes. Idle, no. You're just a demon, Lilith, no matter what type of demon you are. There is no question who would win in a fight; we both know that you would lose."
His tone is sweet, and he does not even react at the mention of Dean.