"Mm. Thank you." He sips the wine and sighs, relaxing a little more.
"What idea is that?" He glances at the demon absently. "Nothing too untoward I hope. I won't do it, you know, and you can't convince me." Whatever it was. He was still an angel after all. But even as he spoke his voice was casual, lazy almost. It was amazing what a comfortable room could do.
And, as he sipped his wine and shifted a wing, if his feathers brushed lightly against Crowley when he relaxed again, it was hardly worth commenting on.
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Date: 2019-07-03 03:50 am (UTC)"What idea is that?" He glances at the demon absently. "Nothing too untoward I hope. I won't do it, you know, and you can't convince me." Whatever it was. He was still an angel after all. But even as he spoke his voice was casual, lazy almost. It was amazing what a comfortable room could do.
And, as he sipped his wine and shifted a wing, if his feathers brushed lightly against Crowley when he relaxed again, it was hardly worth commenting on.