Ashelia eyed him doubtfully. "What? Why?"
Azrael sighed, and she could swear she felt his eyes roll in his mind.
"You see," he started taking out a small bottle of healing oil from the satchel with a smile. "I intend to place this in your hand, so you can keep yourself busy for the rest of the day staring at it, since that's clearly what it's used for."
Ashelia opened her mouth to retort but quickly stopped herself. Instead, she pursed her lips. "I know what you want to do with my hand," she told him. "I wasn't asking why you wanted me to give it to you, I meant…"
"I knew that, Milady," Azrael stated as he took out a bandage from the satchel. "Unlike you, I don't need to have everything spelt out for me."
Ashelia's nostrils flared. "What do you mean, 'unlike me?'," she demanded. "You're the one who needed something spelled out for you only moments ago!"
Azrael tilted his head. "I did?"
Ashelia gave him a look that could pierce armor before she took a deep, calming breath.
