"This is just stupid."

Stuart sighs, dusting his velvet coat. His boots leave dirty footsteps on the floor, as he continues pacing around.

He's a devil, you're an angel - the typical dynamic of two creatures that can't, for the love of God, stand each other. Only because he misbehaved couple of times, you were assigned to keep him in line.

Your eyes throw imaginary daggers at him. If only you weren't so good and could break his horns. Oh how you'd love to hear him scream in pain.