A rosey hue spread over pale cheeks. "And here I thought you were so different from your father. Honey-coated forked tongues must be hereditary." In spite of his words, though, Pestilence couldn't help but feel better. "Well, I have done a little research into divine physiology... off the record, of course. It would take a little time to work something up, though. When would you need it by?"
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Date: 2006-01-02 09:24 am (UTC)