Stacked Dice (слэш)

“I could kill you right now,” Marcone said. He always smiled a little wider when he said it, like he was joking. It used to creep me out a few centuries ago, then I just got over it. Fallen angels all tended to have their eccentricities. Particularly ones as old as Marcone.
“You could try. Or you could ask yourself, is this friendly neighbourhood angel all out of juice, or does he still have enough soulfire in his pinky finger to kick your ass?” I was bluffing—I probably couldn’t manage enough soulfire right now to gently poach a chicken. Marcone probably knew it. We’d been squabbling over this piece of the Maker's earth for a very, very long time.