"What, there's not enough sin to go around in your world? Darling, you can't go around hoarding all the sin; people need that to get through their day. Like coffee."

He's being silly on purpose, grinning as he flops lightly onto the bed beside him and rolls closer until he's tucked under a wing. Oh, oh, this is perfect. It's like having a wish fulfilled before he even knew he wished it. "Bold of you to assume I'm planning that far ahead. Just tell me if you get restless?"