He wasn't trying to call Aziraphale out with that comment about judgment, oddly enough. Frequently he has a present-company-excepted approach when expressing his own complaints to begin with, but he's also got a constant awareness that he's marked for execution by the Host in his world. At least as long as Raphael is in charge. That's the kind of judgment he meant. The very active and lethal kind, from which he is in no danger from Aziraphale.
"Ah, you spoke to Belial?" He nods. "Interesting fellow. He seems so calm, and yet not without a sense of humor. Honestly, a bit like Raphael used to be when I was very young...but I won't be telling him that, and I hope you won't repeat it."
His brows quirk at the idea of precautions, as if he's very tempted indeed to ask Aziraphale to clarify whether he means condoms or what. A smirk hovers around his mouth for a moment, but he manages to refrain from being a smartass, nodding sheepishly. "He's going to do some fireproofing in my flat."
He's just as glad not to have been a jerk when the other angel speaks again. Ow, his heart! He looks as though he's not at all sure what to say. Partly, he's wondering, analyzing, whether the same might be true of himself to a greater degree than he'd have thought. Everything was duty, before he left. He knows he loved his siblings, knows he had and has his favorites, but it's hard to know what they ever thought, or felt.
He reaches over to clasp Aziraphale's hands in his. "Thank you."
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Date: 2019-09-10 04:04 pm (UTC)"Ah, you spoke to Belial?" He nods. "Interesting fellow. He seems so calm, and yet not without a sense of humor. Honestly, a bit like Raphael used to be when I was very young...but I won't be telling him that, and I hope you won't repeat it."
His brows quirk at the idea of precautions, as if he's very tempted indeed to ask Aziraphale to clarify whether he means condoms or what. A smirk hovers around his mouth for a moment, but he manages to refrain from being a smartass, nodding sheepishly. "He's going to do some fireproofing in my flat."
He's just as glad not to have been a jerk when the other angel speaks again. Ow, his heart! He looks as though he's not at all sure what to say. Partly, he's wondering, analyzing, whether the same might be true of himself to a greater degree than he'd have thought. Everything was duty, before he left. He knows he loved his siblings, knows he had and has his favorites, but it's hard to know what they ever thought, or felt.
He reaches over to clasp Aziraphale's hands in his. "Thank you."