"Right. Because what every demon wants is a flock of little feathery brats following them around and growing up to smite them. There's only one set of feathers I give a damn about and I don't have to do any catching."

Damn it, Gabe. She had only just started. Not everyone can magic up things out of nowhere.

"I do intend to repair his gazebo though." What was that? A hint of emotion? Oh yes. "Feel free to lend a hand. Or do you intend to stand on the sidelines being a dick?"