"Huh. Not bad," Claude remarked to himself upon consumption of roughly 1/16 of the amount of Castiel's week old candy, "Seems a bit... Off though. Still, doesn't quite subtract from the taste." He was especially a fan of the green apple and grape flavoured candies, but he had opted for avoiding the orange and lemon flavoured ones. Fortunately, Castiel hadn't loaded it with those like Claude would figure she would've, had she known his flavouring preferences. Speaking of the Devil, there the bluenette was, walking towards him it seemed. Claude's eyes narrowed. [i]'What does she want now?'[/i] he thought, preparing for the worst.

Surprisingly enough, Castiel seemed rather civil. Or at least, 20x more civil than before. Though Claude didn't show it, he was actually somewhat pleasantly surprised. She didn't arrive to go insult him, insult anyone else, or otherwise make some sort of offense, just a declaration of shared experience, and something that [i]actually[/i], genuinely surprised the young man. She made an admission of weakness and what seemed to be an offer of 'training partnership'. Or at the very least, an offer to play nice, complete with promise to not act like she had just woken on the wrong side of the bed for the 80th night in a row. 

"Alright," Claude answered simply, "I'm game."