“Problems?” Uziel stood in the doorway of his office, and then entered without waiting for an answer.
“Nothing I can’t handle.” Decimas snarled. Uziel was the last person he wanted to see right now, but of course that’s when he always appeared.
“Good to know.” Uziel responded perching himself on the arm of the plush suede chair across from Decimas. “I’d hate to have to report anything other than: you are in complete control of the situation.”
“Of course you would.” Decimas’s eyes hardened at the implied threat, Uziel wouldn’t think twice about turning him in. His frown deepened as Uziel got comfortable by planting his dirty boots on the seat cushion. “You’d like nothing more to see me on a spit roasting over a fire.”
“True.” Uziel’s lips twisted into what might pass for a smile while sliding a file across the desk. “My dining preferences aside, you look like you could use a bit of good news.”
“Beware demons bearing gifts.” Decimas muttered wondering what had Uziel feeling so cocky. He opened the folder, turning his gaze downward to scan the documents inside.