"...Belial?" John blinked. Blinked again, and silently cursed himself for a complete and utter, hopeless fuckwit. Damn, damn, damn, why the fuck didn't I think of that? That big bastard would bloody well give anything he's got for a shot at slipping his leash. And I've had it in my hands for years!
"Oh?" he said carefully aloud, his face a mask of calculated indifference as his heart sank about as low as it could go. "Heh, I bet he's just chomping at the bit to get his hands on that...what d'you need to know?"
He hoped, at least, that Crowley had got a good price for the secret. This really wasn't why he'd handed it over to him, but he wouldn't begrudge his friend any gain he could make off it. Within reason.
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Date: 2005-12-29 09:14 am (UTC)"Oh?" he said carefully aloud, his face a mask of calculated indifference as his heart sank about as low as it could go. "Heh, I bet he's just chomping at the bit to get his hands on that...what d'you need to know?"
He hoped, at least, that Crowley had got a good price for the secret. This really wasn't why he'd handed it over to him, but he wouldn't begrudge his friend any gain he could make off it. Within reason.