"It's all right," she said, moving all too willingly away from the pathetic Crown. "I just wish such things weren't necessary." She knew that the seeming safety of the Manor had its limits, as did the protection given by John's spell, but she valued the comforting illusion they created and hated it when anyone willfully breached it. A sorry thing for any demon to admit, but she couldn't help it. Even in Hell, the succubae had achieved a measure of peace and something resembling contentment in their gardens, a luxury they were permitted (to the envy of many less fortunate demons) so long as they served Lucifer's interests. Ellie supposed she'd been spoiled.
"So, you're the bartender. What do you recommend?" she asked as they entered the Manor's bar, trying to lighten the mood.
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Date: 2006-08-16 08:50 pm (UTC)"So, you're the bartender. What do you recommend?" she asked as they entered the Manor's bar, trying to lighten the mood.