It was rare, this moment. Rare and exceedingly precious. There were no diamonds that could compare or misprinted books either. It was a moment as sweet and delicate as a chocolate truffle. And he was using it for his own advantage. To do the Right thing. With a capital. The only thing he could do. He didn't understand why the Right thing always seemed to feel a bit wrong. Like betrayal. Like abandonment. Perhaps it was his own failing for feeling so deeply for a member of the opposition, and to allow them to feel so deeply for him.

He hummed and wrapped his wing around him, slipping his other hand around him to stroke hie back, resting his cheek against the soft hair. Though that a demon could even feel this emotion, strong and pure and strangely uncorrupted-- it gave him an odd sort of hope. Though he couldn't quite explain it what he was hoping for.

"I suppose I'm just tired." Which was also true. "It's this place, I expect. Doesn't quite go as easy on our mortal forms as we'd like." And he would be even more tired to go back alone...to stop the end of the world or-- he supposed, to fight in the Last Great War.

At least he wouldn't have to fight a certain demon. At least that would be safe. A little secret treasure locked away.

"So long as we're in walking distance of the best restaurants, anywhere will be fine." Within reason. "I'm almost starting to believe we can actually do this."

And he is, which is even harder because he knows what he must do, regardless of what they manage to build here.