Samael barely managed to hide his proud grin as he relished the mix of annoyance and embarrassment etched across Uriel's expression.
'Finally!'
"I get it." Uriel slicked his hair back again. "You have information. You're smart. And you have resources."
"Your information can help me ascend the spire, that is true. Your intelligence can help me ascend it while minimising injury—that is also true."
"I can get on board with that. I don't mind working with you—"
Samael's face lit up.
"—in theory," Uriel continued.
"Now that the foundation is laid, let's take care of the pillars."
Then, he paused.
Uriel stood up and walked to a small high table near the windows, where drinks were cooled in ice. Taking a simple bottle of sparkling water, he opened it and took a gulp.
He looked out the windows, taking in the view of the sprawling city before taking a couple more gulps.
Refreshed, he exhaled in satisfaction.
