"Little punk…"
Davis scoffed, clenching Azariel's shoulder, "If I, your father, ask something, answer. Don't return with a question."
Azariel slowly raised his hand to his shoulder, squirming to get out of the hold that threatened to break his bones. He endured it very well, his expression not changing, but his bones wouldn't survive at this rate.
"Alright, alright. You win." He tapped the back of his father's hand.
Only then did Davis loosen his grip.
"She's a Pill Fairy who has countless suitors. How can I bear to ruin her reputation?"
