Return of the DVD Commentary meme!

[misachan]

Been a while, so let's dust off my favorite meme!

Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads

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[grasshopr_molly]

"It seems I'm surrounded by curious things." He crossed his arms, his head tilted to the side as he watched Clint in the dust. "What are you offering me for this human of yours?"

"I'll serve you." He couldn't look at Lucifer as he said it. "If you win your slap-fight with Michael, I'll serve you."

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "That's not a bargain. Everyone will serve me then-"

"You thought that the first time and you see how that worked out." He pushed himself back to a sitting position. "Even if you win Michael's going to have loyalists. They'll keep fighting you until the end of time, you know that. And that assumes Raphael falls in line, and Gabriel. I can make that easier on you."

Lucifer smiled, the curve of his lips obscene. "You would actually do that? You would be my hound?"

"With conditions. You fix what's happening with Nat. And you don't touch SHIELD, none of your people do. Anyone wears a SHIELD badge, you act like they don't exist." When Lucifer started to protest that Clint said, "I'm worth more than a handful of humans and you know it."

"You don't believe that, why should I?" Lucifer crouched down again, rubbing his chin. "Swear to me. Bind yourself unquestionably to my service and I'll throw you your bone. Michael's right hand working for me is something worth bargaining for, if only to see the look on his face. Especially at these prices."

"You don't get anything from me until the fight happens."

"Details." He smiled again. "You're making me a lot of promises."

"I was good enough to run you down, wasn't I?" Back in Heaven Michael was the general but Clint did the grunt work. The truth was Clint had always been someone's hound.

Lucifer seemed to like that answer. "You used a bow, didn't you? Not a sword?" Clint narrowed his eyes and didn't bother to answer; Lucifer knew damn well what weapon he used, arrows to the eye tended to be memorable even for archangels. And Lucifer didn't press him for one; he stared at Clint for another second, then backed away, shaking his head. He pressed his hands together and murmured a few words in Enochian, light springing to life between his palms. Clint watched him pull his hands apart and saw a silver arrow form from that bright light, then Lucifer handed it to him over the flames. "If you miss your shot, that's not my fault. Your offer's still binding. You understand?"

Clint stood and reached for the arrow. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Lucifer said, holding it just up out of Clint's reach.

Clint snatched it from his grasp. "You haven't won yet."

"Like I said. Details."