(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/maevesexy_zpsa68d365f.png)<br/><br/>Holding the towel to her body, Maeve looked impotently back and forth as the angel and demon argued. And of course, it didn't take a world-class theologian to figure out that Angels and Demons weren't going to get along. She had also noticed that perhaps neither one was in any particular awe of her skill. But then again, she had just gotten started at this. Heck, she didn't even expect it to work. But here she was. Between the devil and the deep blue... angel.<br/><br/>And then Aderia went and made that comment about their recent activities, which turned Maeve a bright red and stopped whatever words that were in her mouth from ever reaching the light of day. "I... er... you... It just sort of... happened..." Of course it didn't really just sort of happen. It was the result of a very specific trap that she had fallen into. But she had to admit that she did kind of sort of enjoy it. More than kind of sort of, really...<br/><br/>But whatever conflict was brewing had to be stopped, before it destroyed her apartment and the restaurant below. So she stood up straight and projected whatever authority she could, which was not so much considering what she was wearing (or more accurately,<em>wasn't</em>wearing.) Turning to both in turn, she explained, "I know this probably isn't an ideal situation for either of you, but you're going to face the facts that we're going to be together for a while. So you two are going to have to put your differences aside and try to get along, as hard as that may be!"<br/><br/>Maeve was firm. She was in control. Unfortunately, she wasn't particularly careful with her selection of idioms.<br/><br/>"Now kiss and make up!"<br/><br/>