Turn her in.

Etna and Laharla seemed ready to get into a fight when I swung the door open, holding Flonne by her tail. She was biting her lip and wringing her hands. Whether it was fear or pleasure that was causing it, I didn't know. Both were possible, given the circumstances.

"Girls, Flonne here has given herself a big penalty of her own," I said, smirking. "Ten points off for deviously trying to start a fight between you two, then swoop in herself to pick up the prize...meaning me." Etna and Laharla glared daggers at Flonne as I released her tail.

Smiling, Flonne held up her hands. "Now, now...let's not forget we're all friends here," she said, trying to get herself out of the ditch she apparently dug for herself. Unfortunately, she seemed to be trying to do that by digging more. Etna cracked her knuckles as Laharla formed black energy in her hand.

I stepped in. "Whoa, whoa, whoa...let's keep the bloodshed to a minimum here," I insisted. "...it's a bitch to get out of the carpet. Rather then just beat on her, maybe you two could come up with a suitable punishment?" The pair paused, looking at each other, then back to Flonne.

"C'mere a sec, Princess," Etna said, pulling Laharla a bit away. They began whispering to each other. It was so...cartoony sounding, the whispering. It literally sounded like "psst psst psst psst psst..." over and over again. Now and then they'd look over to me and Flonne, then resume whispering.

Flonne bit her nails nervously as they conversed. There was a loud gulp from the fallen angel as they seperated and came over. "Thought of something?" I asked, smiling.