— other words, this could be a very clear threat.
But in this case... Makima was just having some ‘ fun ’ messing with the blood devil.
“ you do that for me and I'll take back everything I said about you.
Is that reasonable, shit devil? ”
Pulling her hand upwards, using two fingers and poking the fiend's forehead, keeping that smile of supposed ( innocence ) on her face
“Well, he didn't. But I hear how you clog toilets, throw vegetables and whatever. So I'm going ask you to get your act together. That's all” in—
— you only sat there while Denji handled everything. " stepping back to sit on her desk, keeping her amber orbs locked onto the fiend.
" I suppose I can praise you for one thing. You make a pretty good... Shit Devil. "
"N-Nothing? ... " there was the slightest laugh that managed to slip from her lips.
It was amusing. Far too amusing. "Oh, useless blood devil. He seems to not even really have a true use for you. The only good thing you've really done is be food for the bat devil. And even then—
"W-wait!!" The fiend exclaimed, reflexively pulling away.
"I-I'm sure Denji's told you how helpful I am!! Right?? He would be nothing without me !" Power scrambled as she tried to explain her worth to the woman in control.
"Allow me to clearify one simple thing for you." Leaning forward, placing a hand on the fiend's head and carefully pulling her close for Makima to whisper into her ear.
"I am allowing you to live this long, simply because I have no reason to kill you apart from being a fiend. —
"I-" Power suddenly froze, almost as if she just remembered who she was talking to. She began to sweat, getting visibly nervous.
"I... I mean... I am, right? That's why I'm alive..."