"Would you sit still and stop fondling your firearm? This is a tricky thing." Tony stared at Salter, his lips pressed into a thin line. Really, the man had no respect for the finer arts of divination and such. Mirror scrying took concentration.
So did demon hunting. Listen to him. Demon hunting. That was not his job, right? His job was to lead humans to sin. In the three months he'd been working with Salter, Tony had discovered that humans didn't need even a fraction of the leading the big guys in hell seemed to think they did.
They could pretty much be asshats on their own.
"I am not 'fondling' my firearm. I'm cleaning it. You'll be happy I did it next time I need to use it."
"Uh-huh." He went back to his little silver mirror, biting his lip. Inanimate objects were harder than animate ones to find, and he was looking for a rock. A big, pretty rock.
Suddenly Salter was at his back, leaning against him and looking over his shoulder. "You find it yet?"
"Shit!" He almost dropped the mirror, which had cost a fortune and would require a trip to the second level of hell to replace. He'd never get the smell out of his new boots. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" Salter glared down at him. "I'm just asking if you've found it yet. You're supposed to know these things."
"No, I am supposed to be able to find these things. I am not attached to the fucking stone. That's Gralion." Who, by all accounts, was a real bear to deal with if you let him out of his hunk of aquamarine.
"Well, find it already. If the Tail gets to Gralion before we do, there'll be hell to pay." Salter grunted. "Literally."
"I know, I know." Tony muttered a little, shrugging Salter off. Something moved in the mirror, and he narrowed his eyes, squinting to see.
Salter leaned harder over his shoulder, cheek next to his own.
"You're breathing on me." It felt good, not that he'd admit it. Salter was warm, firm, and much larger than him.
"You have a problem with that?"
"Well, don't steam up the mirror or make my hands sweat. I see something."
"All I see is smoke."
"Well, you're not me." There. There was a distinctive blue stone, a huge chunk of a thing. It was hidden, but not perfectly. There was... what was that? "A cactus?"
Salter was quiet for a long moment. "A cactus? Really? That's what you see?"
"It's a big one." Tony gave up and set the mirror aside. "I think we're talking Arizona."
"As in we need to go there?" Salter straightened, one hand lingering on his shoulder. "Like the land of the sun?"
"Yeah. Looks like. I mean, we probably need to gather more intel." Tony didn't mind Arizona. He was used to a dry heat. Salter and the leather, though...
"Is that all there is?"
"For now, yes. You're ruining my reading." He'd just have to work on it again later. Of course maybe that's all that was there and at least they had a destination. That was more than they sometimes got.
Salter grunted. "Sorry." Not enough to back off, though. Obviously.
Tony turned around, his nose bumping Salter's collar bone.
"Mmm. I guess you really are finished." Salter's arm curled around his shoulder.
"Yes." Tony sniffed. "You smell spicy."
"Does that mean you're going to eat me up?"