Crowley shrugged, smiling. "Technically, I'm supposed to encourage other people in those sorts of things. Although tempting people to sloth isn't generally much fun. But we're allowed to dabble a bit. Just so that we understand how it works, right?" A twitch of his lips said that he wasn't being entirely serious.
He tried to imagine Adam as Hamlet and winced. "Brian, huh? He's that other one...?" Crowley had met Wensleydale, Pepper, and Adam, of course, and only dimly remembered a fourth rather scruffy little boy. "I don't think I've met him yet. I'm sure he made a lovely wife for you, though. But if you were MacBeth you got that excellent speech at the end:
"She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."
Okay, he was really showing off now, but it was pretty much his favourite Shakespearean speech. Crowley had never ceased to be surprised that a moral could understand mortality so well. He wondered briefly where Will had ended up, made a mental note to ask Aziraphale if he knew, then kicked himself for forgetting that they weren't talking.
"Yeah?" he asked, trying to distract himself with conversation. "Well, I have no idea how my sword fighting looks. Probably not terribly interesting to anyone other than the participants. But I won most of my battles, so it can't have been too bad."
The demon shook his head. "I can't say it's my favourite past time. Mostly I learned because it was expected to know. But with the right partner, in the right atmosphere, it can be fun." The grin slipped back onto Crowley's face. "Hey, a secret is a secret. How about something you did once that was really fun but you'd be embarrassed to tell your friends about? Or something about yourself that even Adam doesn't know. Well, something Adam's not supposed to know, anyway..."
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Date: 2006-11-08 09:15 pm (UTC)He tried to imagine Adam as Hamlet and winced. "Brian, huh? He's that other one...?" Crowley had met Wensleydale, Pepper, and Adam, of course, and only dimly remembered a fourth rather scruffy little boy. "I don't think I've met him yet. I'm sure he made a lovely wife for you, though. But if you were MacBeth you got that excellent speech at the end:
"She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Okay, he was really showing off now, but it was pretty much his favourite Shakespearean speech. Crowley had never ceased to be surprised that a moral could understand mortality so well. He wondered briefly where Will had ended up, made a mental note to ask Aziraphale if he knew, then kicked himself for forgetting that they weren't talking.
"Yeah?" he asked, trying to distract himself with conversation. "Well, I have no idea how my sword fighting looks. Probably not terribly interesting to anyone other than the participants. But I won most of my battles, so it can't have been too bad."
The demon shook his head. "I can't say it's my favourite past time. Mostly I learned because it was expected to know. But with the right partner, in the right atmosphere, it can be fun." The grin slipped back onto Crowley's face. "Hey, a secret is a secret. How about something you did once that was really fun but you'd be embarrassed to tell your friends about? Or something about yourself that even Adam doesn't know. Well, something Adam's not supposed to know, anyway..."