“Listen, kid, you think I don’t have powers?” spoke the angel. “You ditch that guy and I’ll hook you up.”
The devil on Bobby’s other shoulder was easily dispatched with a flick of the wrist, having little power other than persuasion, and in this he’d finally been outmatched.
“Okay, angel,” the boy said, holding up his drum sticks. “Do your thing.”
The angel nodded. “Okay. Okay. First, we need to clear some time in your schedule for practice-”
“I knew this was bullshit,” Bobby muttered.