[ He had nearly nodded off by the time Uriel manages to answer, so warm and enveloping is his embrace. ]
The first... person to shag you senseless, yes I know. Their loss.
[ He shifts and props himself up, so that he can see Uriel's face. There's a stray feather on the pillow; Break picks it up, and twirls it between his fingers. ]
I know what you mean. But I think you're wrong.
[ Then he tickles Uriel on the nose with the end of his own feather. ]
There's lots of people who love you. I'd bet a month of scones on it.
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[ He had nearly nodded off by the time Uriel manages to answer, so warm and enveloping is his embrace. ]
The first... person to shag you senseless, yes I know. Their loss.
[ He shifts and props himself up, so that he can see Uriel's face. There's a stray feather on the pillow; Break picks it up, and twirls it between his fingers. ]
I know what you mean. But I think you're wrong.
[ Then he tickles Uriel on the nose with the end of his own feather. ]
There's lots of people who love you. I'd bet a month of scones on it.