Page 60 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

You can't call a fallen angel good

Dante

Why not?

Me

We're inherently bad

Dante

Dark doesn't equal bad, and light doesn't equal good

I think your family situation proved that

I grimaced, because he was right.

Me

You still can't call me good

Dante

Is that rule enforced in some way?

Me

No

How would it be enforced?

Dante

Then the food was good, but you taste fucking divine

My face flushed.

Me

Divine is an even more angelic word than good, and you know it

Fuck off with that

Dante

Is that any way to speak to your husband?

Me

I let you move me into your mansion and feed me, now leave me alone

And don't call yourself my husband

Don't compliment me, either

Dante

Is that a challenge, Angel?