“Don't get comfy, nigga” Demise said, glaring at him from behind her thick glasses. “This doesn't make us, friends, partners, or teammates.”

The haughty witch gave him a final, contemptuous glance over her shoulder before she turned away and began packing items, dropping each into the starry patterned abyss of the inside of her cape.

“Aww, come on ma, don't be like that.” Sunstroke said, and she could hear his broad grin even without looking at him. “You know you can't get enough of me. You want me as bad as you did the first-”

“Nigga, I'll kill you.” She interrupted him, more a threat than a declaration.