"How many times are you gonna cut my fingers off and reattach them?" the angel asked, laughing as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "I don't know what I ever did to you."
"Shut up," Lucifer growled, taking the Holy Metal cigar cutter to another one of the angel's fingers, snipping off the tip of it.
The celestial in the runed shackles let out a yelp of pain that turned into a chuckle. "You know...Ow, Luc."
