A sort of confused anger lit the fuse beneath Billy-Ray's already-volatile emotional state. They hadn't even seen him stumble. How the hell did Gabe know how bad the pain really was? And worse, how dare he use that fact to poke fun at Billy-Ray? That was just... that was just playing dirty. And he didn't mind saying so.
"I can too take a step," Billy-Ray insisted, along with a demonstration. "If you're gonna fight, at least fight fair. Come on. You a Sensitive?" he asked, eyes narrowed. That would explain everything - knowing about the Professor so quickly, knowing exactly what would needle Billy-Ray into getting angry. Billy-Ray didn't usually put much stock in Sensitives. It was such a wishy-washy and pathetic and peaceful branch of magic, practiced by people who were, quite frankly, weird, in various shapes and forms. But this guy - Gabe - was getting under his skin in a bad way, and the longer Billy-Ray looked at the man standing there in his shorts and bare feet with that grin, the more Billy-Ray wanted to hurt him. Badly.
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Father O'Reilly blinked. "Holy water?"
Despite himself, he chuckled. This was turning into a very interesting couple of days. "That does seem to be in high demand recently," he murmured, his mind turning back to the angels from yesterday. Would he finally learn the reason for their need? He couldn't help but think of sorcerers as a step above the rest of the world - even though he knew everyone was equal in the eyes of God - and, therefore, believed it was possible Solomon needed a large container of holy water for the same reason the angels did. Or at least one very similar.
"Yes, I do," he answered. More than Solomon was imagining, clearly. "What do you need it for?"
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"I can too take a step," Billy-Ray insisted, along with a demonstration. "If you're gonna fight, at least fight fair. Come on. You a Sensitive?" he asked, eyes narrowed. That would explain everything - knowing about the Professor so quickly, knowing exactly what would needle Billy-Ray into getting angry. Billy-Ray didn't usually put much stock in Sensitives. It was such a wishy-washy and pathetic and peaceful branch of magic, practiced by people who were, quite frankly, weird, in various shapes and forms. But this guy - Gabe - was getting under his skin in a bad way, and the longer Billy-Ray looked at the man standing there in his shorts and bare feet with that grin, the more Billy-Ray wanted to hurt him. Badly.
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Father O'Reilly blinked. "Holy water?"
Despite himself, he chuckled. This was turning into a very interesting couple of days. "That does seem to be in high demand recently," he murmured, his mind turning back to the angels from yesterday. Would he finally learn the reason for their need? He couldn't help but think of sorcerers as a step above the rest of the world - even though he knew everyone was equal in the eyes of God - and, therefore, believed it was possible Solomon needed a large container of holy water for the same reason the angels did. Or at least one very similar.
"Yes, I do," he answered. More than Solomon was imagining, clearly. "What do you need it for?"