Spinning back on his heel, Crowley stared at the archangel.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. I never said anything about sex. I was talking about love. Even you should know that they're not the same thing. And what the hell does 'As happy as I've any right to be' mean? Who decides how happy you get to be if it's not you?"
He glared at Raphael.
"Leave Eve out of this. That was work. Besides, I never told her she'd be happier, just that she'd have knowledge, which was perfectly true. And of course you have no fucking guarantees. You never do. So what? If something bad happens, you go on."
Nearly panting in anger, Crowley couldn't figure out why he was trying so hard to convince Raphael. It was like beating his head against a brick wall and he was doing it for no apparent reason.
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"Oh, for fuck's sake. I never said anything about sex. I was talking about love. Even you should know that they're not the same thing. And what the hell does 'As happy as I've any right to be' mean? Who decides how happy you get to be if it's not you?"
He glared at Raphael.
"Leave Eve out of this. That was work. Besides, I never told her she'd be happier, just that she'd have knowledge, which was perfectly true. And of course you have no fucking guarantees. You never do. So what? If something bad happens, you go on."
Nearly panting in anger, Crowley couldn't figure out why he was trying so hard to convince Raphael. It was like beating his head against a brick wall and he was doing it for no apparent reason.
"Sod this. Do what you want."