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         "Lemme show you a little somethin' first."

Uh-huh. Yep. Sure. Distracted by their closeness and his hands sliding down her arms, Deanna's mind walked out on her momentarily, and when he guided her forward she complied.This one was very different from other angels she'd met.
But then the majority of her angel experiences was with one of her regular customers at the coffee shop. With his flowing white ensemble, porcelein face, and holy-er-than-thou attitude that self-rightous bigot seemed to fit the angel stereotype. He made a point of telling her that in his own opinion her immortal soul was surely condemned to hell, everytime he accepted his regular medium white chamomile tea with sugar from her. Sansriel was an ass. He rarely tipped.

Sansriel is a child, Deanna. This one is not. We should leave.
It was odd for Toby to address her by name. It was usually 'we', or if he was partcularly annoyed 'you' maybe followed by 'foolish girl'. He seemed agitated. And whereas five minutes ago she was all for leaving and he'd protested it now seemed to be the other way around. She ignored him.

Up a flight of stairs and through a pair of double doors the angel led her to a lavishly decorated room. The fire caught her attention first; the dancing light and gentle crackling of the flames. At the sight of the large bed however Deanna's compliance faltered, she hesitated on the edge of the room. She rubbed the tattoo on her arm for comfort without really thinking about it. Slipping out from the warmth the angel's arms, with some relunctance, she went to the window. The glass was cool under her fingertips; the shadowy streets looked up from below.

"It's a lovely room," she said politely, turning her gaze back towards the angel.