"Do you think Kurama will get Hiei to agree to the contract, sir?" George asked. He had just returned with tea and cookies. "I suddenly thought you would like some, sir, aren't I considerate?"
"Hmmm..." Koenma had said, but he bit into the cookie set before him with enough relish to let teh Oni know he was forgiven.
"I don't know, Ogre." Koenma said and lowered the half-eaten cookie. "It was a far-shot, I suppose, but a gamble that must be taken. Yusuke is not ready to face the foes of the Spirit World unaided."
"Sir, why don't you just get him some non-criminal type help?"
"Ogre? What do you think I'm running here? Do you realize how expensive good help is now-a-days?"
George frowned. "No sir," he answered. "You don't pay me a penny."
"Exactly!" The baby-rule proclaimed and opened his mouth for the next bite of cookie. All he got in the end was air as George the Oni did the only thing his wounded pride could muster. He stole the cookie from his boss's hand and popped it in his mouth.
He felt empowered, uplifted, victorious for one brief moment, then that moment was gone, and Koenma had clobbered him upside his pointed blue head.
Not for the last time.
"Hurry up, Kurama," Koenma said and set out to find another cookie.
....to be continued....