"At least here we're sa--"

Belial's jaw snapped shut as Beelzebub yanked him around, and he used his momentum and anger to snatch Beelzebub, one hand on his wrist and the other on his hip, and shove him up against the wall. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked flatly, digging his nails into Beelzebub's thin wrist.

Belial leaned in and exhaled softly on the demon's cheek, making him turn his head to one side. Still submissive as ever, and terrified of being touched.