“Sugar tits! Hey—“ Adam immediately came to your side, elbowing your side as Lute followed beside him as always. He grinned, his mask following his emotions as he leaned on you. “so, when are you going to stop being such a stuck up? You don’t have to follow Heaven’s rules so much! You can follow the first big di—“

“Sir!” Lute stopped his vulgar sentence, tending up straight as her voice boomed. She was a stuck-up to Adam. “we have to—“

“Lute.” he grumbled, trying to shoo her away.