What, I'm a demon so I just have to sleeping around a lot?
[How rude. Why do so many people have this stereotype. They've clearly never seen Hastur.]
What happens with the city hardly counts. We can't control that, it isn't like choosing to be with someone else
[It used to be slightly more complicated than that, but with Martin gone, it doesn't really matter anymore. Crowley has no interest in sleeping with anyone else, and he doubts Aziraphale does either.]
All I'm saying is that humanity is perpetually horny and makes bad decisions when they're horny. It seems like the perfect solution to gain souls or what have you!
They'd rather just tempt them to lust with other humans
Humans are a completely different species than we are. It's easy for a lot of demons to see you like children, or worse, like livestock. Not the sort of thing you fuck.
[It should be fairly clear he doesn't fall into that category. He's spent so long around humans.]
[rather than say 'thank you' again, she offers a different type of gratitude.]
I appreciate your patience. [she does sweeten both and, lifting the tea first, takes a small sip, closing her eyes to the way it soothes her going down.] I was quite a mess last night and you... [she glances at him.] Were very kind when you didn't have to be.
[she watches her cup intently as she confesses:] I was hoping I might find a solution to my problem there. So far, I haven't had much luck. A wizard I cannot look at and a man with-- [she bares her teeth slightly.] A vampire, he calls himself. Nice man.
[He says it simply, as an explanation. Regardless of how much time he's spent in clubs on his own, he knows they're lovely little dens of sin and awfulness because they make his life incredibly easy, whenever he needed to report on some demonic activity.]
My first month I just slept with strangers, didn't even learn their names. It's not β easy, this place. [He'd tried to operate the way he did back home, and he would've kept doing it and kept hating it if he hadn't been lucky with Martin.] There are hotels you can go to, where you watch people. They'll never see you, you don't have to touch anyone or do anything 'cept watch, and it counts towards quota. M'not sure if that's better or worse. But it's an option.
[if there's something she's learned to do in her lifetime, it's endure. laying there for the good of france isn't something she's had to do - at least louis was kind - but she's loved and lost and loved again, so it's difficult to think of having sex and hating it when she knows how it can be. his solution seems lonely, but she's been lonely before, too.
nodding as she drinks the tea he's provided, she considers it.] Perhaps that's what I'll do. [she glances at him before setting the cup down and reaching for the oatmeal.] Please tell me you didn't sit down here all night.
S'probably what I'd end up doing, if Aziraphale was gone.
[The idea of going back to sleeping with strangers is awful, but he'd feel weird about sleeping with people he actually likes, as if it was some sort of betrayal, even though he knows Aziraphale would understand.]
It wouldn't have been the first time if I did, sleeping's more a hobby than a necessity, for me. [He's spent plenty of nights watching movies, or reading, or even just chilled out listening to music.] But nah, I uh, went to see Aziraphale for a bit. Needed to have a chat, about the offer I made you.
[she finds it interesting that he's just said that he'd go back to watching people rather than participating if his angel left, but then says he'd gone to mention his offer to that same angel. she's not going to do him the dishonor of asking how that particular talk went - privacy, and all - but now that he's proposed a different way for her to meet her quota, she does feel it necessary to give him an out.]
You know I won't ask you to make good on your offer when you've just given me an alternative. Especially when it comes to disrupting the life of an angel.
Seemed right, to make sure we were on the same page.
[Which they weren't, as it turns out, but it led to a conversation they needed to have and resulted in several hours of very good sex, so if anything, he should be thanking her, but that might be admitting too much.]
If you wanted, you know, company for it, I think that'd be alright. S'just a bit tricky, figuring out how to be... together, in this place.
[she's a bit confused and puts that confusion into words.]
You want to accompany me to watch others engage in activities that we -- [she motions to the two of them.] -- will not be participating in. Just to watch.
Dunno, if you'd feel uncomfortable being on your own in a place like that. [And then it occurs to him that like, he's a demon, and his attitude to this sort of thing is a little different.] I've been to hundreds of orgies before, watching people have sex isn't much more exciting than watching them play cricket. S'just an offer, if you'd prefer to be alone, that's alright.
No, I. [she's honestly just contemplating the idea of merely just watching to watch.] I've never thought about watching.
It's not something I've done before. Watched others, I mean. [and, because he's there and she wants to know, she asks. he's always been more forthcoming than she thinks anyone else might.] Hundreds. Any particular reason why, if you didn't find them exciting?
[Watching and being watched. He can understand the appeal on a one-to-one basis, maybe even theoretically more than that in a controlled environment, but it'd still have to be someone he gave a shit about, not just strangers.]
I did it for work. Sometimes people need a little extra encouragement, so I'd stick around to make sure it all went smoothly, and it made it easier to file reports.
[Honestly, sex wasn't ever his favorite indulgence to inspire, but it was good in a pinch if he needed to up his numbers.]
[anne's quiet for a moment, listening as she takes another bite, then takes even more time to contemplate what he's said as she watches him with a steady gaze before lifting her tea to her mouth.]
I find it soothing when you discuss moments of the work you did. [shaking her head, she sets the cup down and lifts her spoon again.] I don't know why, but I suppose it makes me feel somewhat grounded, knowing that everything truly did have a purpose. [she gives a small smile in the direction of her bowl.] That being watched during sex, enjoying it, dildos... have a purpose. I wish you would tell me more.
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