“Im sorry,” Sugar gritted, “Will you please shake my hand?”

“What exactly are you sorry for?” Malakhi pressed, grinning.

“For whatever I did to.. annoy you.” Sugar was sure the hells didn’t burn as hot as her cheeks were.

“Saccharine, you’ll have to be a little more specific than that.” Malakhi drawled, twisting his neck towards the agitated girl.

“Im sorry for trying to exorcise you…” Sugar’s outreached hand balled into a white fist. “Will you please shake my hand?” She pressed, tone barely sweet.

“I forgive you, dear. However silly an attempt it might’ve been. You summoned me, after all.” He curled a arm around Sugar and pinched her cheek. “Now, what was it you wanted to deal?”