Crowley smiled suddenly. He hadn't been able to successfully tempt anyone in ages, except for Aziraphale who didn't count anymore, and in his victory, he backed down. Perhaps now that he'd worn the man down, his pride could accept some grudging flattery.
"Oh, I could go on quite a while longer, but if you're willing to be reasonable, then I'll stop. Indian Cuisine night sounds tolerable. I just can't stand typical English food, no matter how well cooked it is. Tell me, in all honesty, why do you make it? You don't look like a standard issue hash slinger. A man like you must have been around. Why limit yourself to meat, potatoes, and mushy peas?"
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Date: 2006-01-19 08:40 pm (UTC)"Oh, I could go on quite a while longer, but if you're willing to be reasonable, then I'll stop. Indian Cuisine night sounds tolerable. I just can't stand typical English food, no matter how well cooked it is. Tell me, in all honesty, why do you make it? You don't look like a standard issue hash slinger. A man like you must have been around. Why limit yourself to meat, potatoes, and mushy peas?"