Oh damn, he really does need to introduce Aziraphale to Castiel. That insight into Balthazar's personality after such a short acquaintance is a little shocking. He blinks, looks genuinely sheepish, and shrugs helplessly.
He's a troll, he admits it. He's a well-meaning troll, for the most part, especially where his friends are concerned, but he's definitely not above making them uncomfortable.
Actually, it makes him think about Cas a little bit while Aziraphale's gone. Maybe he hasn't approached him quite right. It drives him quite mad that Castiel has fallen so dearly in love with the Winchesters--particularly how he's attached to the ruder and more obnoxious of the two--although at the same time, it's nice to see him coming out of himself, changing. Everything is changing. Maybe all the changes aren't for the worse. There's no way to know if Balthazar himself isn't willing to try a slightly altered approach.
He finds a seat when Aziraphale comes back, and something in his body language has shifted. He's quieter, more serious, trying his very best to listen without teasing.
The comment about the cut of trousers not fitting properly almost ruins his composure--he understands, he does, but that's legit funny--but after a cough of amusement he recovers. And he's glad he did.
"Aziraphale," he breathes. "You know, that was terribly brave of you, to try it out, not even knowing whether you'd like it or not. I mean, I wasn't sure at first whether I'd enjoy it, either, but--well, obviously I took to sex like a fish to water. Probably a bit too fond of it, if I'm honest with myself."
"In any case, what I really want is for you to make your own decision, regardless of what you think the will of Heaven might be. As long as you're really doing that, I've no quarrel. But I'm reasonably sure you don't have to want sex to love someone, or even to be in love with someone."
It makes sense, really, for a being with no drive to reproduce to have less interest in intercourse, but he's not going to say that, because he doesn't want to feed into Aziraphale's thinking that romance and sex aren't options. They're always options! Just not options he chooses.
"It's just, the way you look when you talk about him, and the way he acts around you--look, it really reads like a couple courting romantically, and it's wonderful to watch. There's a shortage of sweet things like that in the world."
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Date: 2019-10-08 02:03 pm (UTC)He's a troll, he admits it. He's a well-meaning troll, for the most part, especially where his friends are concerned, but he's definitely not above making them uncomfortable.
Actually, it makes him think about Cas a little bit while Aziraphale's gone. Maybe he hasn't approached him quite right. It drives him quite mad that Castiel has fallen so dearly in love with the Winchesters--particularly how he's attached to the ruder and more obnoxious of the two--although at the same time, it's nice to see him coming out of himself, changing. Everything is changing. Maybe all the changes aren't for the worse. There's no way to know if Balthazar himself isn't willing to try a slightly altered approach.
He finds a seat when Aziraphale comes back, and something in his body language has shifted. He's quieter, more serious, trying his very best to listen without teasing.
The comment about the cut of trousers not fitting properly almost ruins his composure--he understands, he does, but that's legit funny--but after a cough of amusement he recovers. And he's glad he did.
"Aziraphale," he breathes. "You know, that was terribly brave of you, to try it out, not even knowing whether you'd like it or not. I mean, I wasn't sure at first whether I'd enjoy it, either, but--well, obviously I took to sex like a fish to water. Probably a bit too fond of it, if I'm honest with myself."
"In any case, what I really want is for you to make your own decision, regardless of what you think the will of Heaven might be. As long as you're really doing that, I've no quarrel. But I'm reasonably sure you don't have to want sex to love someone, or even to be in love with someone."
It makes sense, really, for a being with no drive to reproduce to have less interest in intercourse, but he's not going to say that, because he doesn't want to feed into Aziraphale's thinking that romance and sex aren't options. They're always options! Just not options he chooses.
"It's just, the way you look when you talk about him, and the way he acts around you--look, it really reads like a couple courting romantically, and it's wonderful to watch. There's a shortage of sweet things like that in the world."