Dexter let out a strangled noise which sounded rather as if someone had choked a laughing chicken. Angel. In love. He actually admitted it. That he was in love. With an angel. The sad thing was that Gabriel was pretty enough to qualify.
In love. Those words ran around his mind over and over, and the only thing Dexter could come up with was, "But he's a man!"
"I can be a woman if you'd rather," Gabriel offered, and far from being annoyed, there was something so blazingly warm and amused in his eyes as he looked at Skulduggery that Dexter both didn't want to stare and couldn't help it. He was practically glowing. It wasn't all relief, either.
"You can do that?" Dexter asked without thinking, and his tone was most definitely dazed, his eyes rather wide and face rather grey.
"Of course," Gabriel said, turning a dazzling smile on him. Dazzling and with the edge of a smirk. "It's the family discipline. We're all two- or even three-gendered."
"Definitely makes things interestin'," Raphael agreed with an absolutely straight face. "Means people can make requests and everythin'."
"Are you sure you're not having sex?" Dexter asked Skulduggery. "Because, I mean, if you can make requests then I don't know why you wouldn't, but given that you kind of lack the bits I still think it's--"
At which point his voice cut off, though his lips still moved, and his eyes went wide as one hand rose to touch his throat. Gabriel, red as a beet, drew his hand back and very carefully avoided looking at anyone in the face. His brother had no such restraint; he was busy laughing his guts out, slinging an arm over Gabe's shoulders and half collapsing on the fairer Archangel.
"You walked into that one, you have to admit," Merlin murmured, looking as if he couldn't decide whether to be amused or put off by the image. "Are you sure you can see souls? That should have been obvious."
"Shut up," Gabe mumbled, shoulders hunching as if about ready to sink into the floor. "Why is everyone here obsessed with assuming sex is involved?"
"Because for most humans, it is," Merlin pointed out.
"But I'm not human!" Gabe complained.
"But you look human. That's all that matters, really."
Dexter thought about waving his hand to attract attention from their argument and ask for his voice back, then decided it would be better if he didn't and turned to Ghastly instead, his wide eyes silently begging for something to sit on before he fell down.
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In love. Those words ran around his mind over and over, and the only thing Dexter could come up with was, "But he's a man!"
"I can be a woman if you'd rather," Gabriel offered, and far from being annoyed, there was something so blazingly warm and amused in his eyes as he looked at Skulduggery that Dexter both didn't want to stare and couldn't help it. He was practically glowing. It wasn't all relief, either.
"You can do that?" Dexter asked without thinking, and his tone was most definitely dazed, his eyes rather wide and face rather grey.
"Of course," Gabriel said, turning a dazzling smile on him. Dazzling and with the edge of a smirk. "It's the family discipline. We're all two- or even three-gendered."
"Definitely makes things interestin'," Raphael agreed with an absolutely straight face. "Means people can make requests and everythin'."
"Are you sure you're not having sex?" Dexter asked Skulduggery. "Because, I mean, if you can make requests then I don't know why you wouldn't, but given that you kind of lack the bits I still think it's--"
At which point his voice cut off, though his lips still moved, and his eyes went wide as one hand rose to touch his throat. Gabriel, red as a beet, drew his hand back and very carefully avoided looking at anyone in the face. His brother had no such restraint; he was busy laughing his guts out, slinging an arm over Gabe's shoulders and half collapsing on the fairer Archangel.
"You walked into that one, you have to admit," Merlin murmured, looking as if he couldn't decide whether to be amused or put off by the image. "Are you sure you can see souls? That should have been obvious."
"Shut up," Gabe mumbled, shoulders hunching as if about ready to sink into the floor. "Why is everyone here obsessed with assuming sex is involved?"
"Because for most humans, it is," Merlin pointed out.
"But I'm not human!" Gabe complained.
"But you look human. That's all that matters, really."
Dexter thought about waving his hand to attract attention from their argument and ask for his voice back, then decided it would be better if he didn't and turned to Ghastly instead, his wide eyes silently begging for something to sit on before he fell down.