Raphael looked away from Mictain and frowned, caught between fear of the demon and fear of loneliness. At length he sighed and stood up.
"Perhaps you ought to change back to your proper appearance," he said dryly. "That would make this somewhat easier, to reassure me that I'm not entirely deceived. But as for trusting you...
I do not trust in your love, not yet. I do not think I can return it to you. But perhaps... well... there are other things than love. Practical things. Things that work on a, shall we say, mutual basis." He laughed humorlessly. "I do rather miss efforts; but I'm not about to make one and suffer through cold showers.
If you understand me - what do you think?"
He didn't want to put the offer in to so many words - it seemed so vulgar and a far cry from his previously held personal views - but he was confident the demon would understand his meaning. He could not trust; it brought too many echoes of the deception he himself had worked.
But perhaps they could start smaller. Simpler. Associates with benefits, to mangle a phrase.
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"Perhaps you ought to change back to your proper appearance," he said dryly. "That would make this somewhat easier, to reassure me that I'm not entirely deceived. But as for trusting you...
I do not trust in your love, not yet. I do not think I can return it to you. But perhaps... well... there are other things than love. Practical things. Things that work on a, shall we say, mutual basis." He laughed humorlessly. "I do rather miss efforts; but I'm not about to make one and suffer through cold showers.
If you understand me - what do you think?"
He didn't want to put the offer in to so many words - it seemed so vulgar and a far cry from his previously held personal views - but he was confident the demon would understand his meaning. He could not trust; it brought too many echoes of the deception he himself had worked.
But perhaps they could start smaller. Simpler. Associates with benefits, to mangle a phrase.