'Wouldn't that be cannibalism?' Merlin pointed out, continuing the conversation without missing a beat. 'Even for Lucifer, that's low.'
Only this time, the sorcerer's voice radiated not just in Ghastly's mind, but in all the visitors'. Gabriel wasn't the only one with a talent for words, after all, and if they were going to make an escape attempt, it was only logical for everyone involved to be able to hear each other.
'You're implyin' that my brother has standards." Raphael's words came with the implication of a delicate shudder. 'Still annoyed you didn't let me see that body you forced him into at the wager's end, by the way.'
Merlin chuckled. 'Oh, I was proud of that. He didn't think it was nearly as funny.'
'What, that overgrown bat, finding something funny? He'd miss a sense of humour if it bit him in the ass in the shower while wearing a tea-cosy.'
This 'detective' was a little girl. Delafonte had heard, but never really believed it--until now, when she was standing there in front of him, looking him in the eye as if they were equals. And the others actually let her! Luckily. Because Delaftone wasn't sure he'd have been able to contain the sudden pang of fear in his gut if not for that indignation. He lifted an eyebrow. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, Miss Valkyrie."
'Harry Potter, Rafe? Really?"
'What can I say? There's ... Certain References that amuse me.'
'They wouldn't happen to include certain phrases which include my name, would they?'
'Y'know, they might just.'
"Come, now." Delafonte half turned toward the exit, holding out an arm. "Let me give you all the grand tour."
'You are a CHILD, Raphael.'
'Thanks. Achieved Goal Number One on the free-will list, then.'
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Only this time, the sorcerer's voice radiated not just in Ghastly's mind, but in all the visitors'. Gabriel wasn't the only one with a talent for words, after all, and if they were going to make an escape attempt, it was only logical for everyone involved to be able to hear each other.
'You're implyin' that my brother has standards." Raphael's words came with the implication of a delicate shudder. 'Still annoyed you didn't let me see that body you forced him into at the wager's end, by the way.'
Merlin chuckled. 'Oh, I was proud of that. He didn't think it was nearly as funny.'
'What, that overgrown bat, finding something funny? He'd miss a sense of humour if it bit him in the ass in the shower while wearing a tea-cosy.'
This 'detective' was a little girl. Delafonte had heard, but never really believed it--until now, when she was standing there in front of him, looking him in the eye as if they were equals. And the others actually let her! Luckily. Because Delaftone wasn't sure he'd have been able to contain the sudden pang of fear in his gut if not for that indignation. He lifted an eyebrow. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, Miss Valkyrie."
'Harry Potter, Rafe? Really?"
'What can I say? There's ... Certain References that amuse me.'
'They wouldn't happen to include certain phrases which include my name, would they?'
'Y'know, they might just.'
"Come, now." Delafonte half turned toward the exit, holding out an arm. "Let me give you all the grand tour."
'You are a CHILD, Raphael.'
'Thanks. Achieved Goal Number One on the free-will list, then.'