If he kept his eyes closed, Raphael realized, and focused on the warmth, he could hold the image of Michael in his mind and nearly force himself to ignore the wrongness of the aura. His body started to relax then was jolted into shudders as his mind continued telling him that it was a demon he was holding while his heart struggled to reject the idea. The kiss he felt returned only made him cry harder.

"What am I supposed to do?" He sobbed. "What do I do about you? You are deceiving me but I want to be taken in..." He squirmed, half to get away and half to get closer. "You want me to tell you when to go? I don't know.

You tell me this time. When do you want to leave?" He wiped his eyes. "Because maybe we should separate and put this behind us. I'm just a silly, stupid, childish little angel. Is there nobody better suited to you? Someone more mature, more physical, more... vicious?

Why don't you want me to go away?"