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Ya know tha's a sin, right?

[Amused.]

All the more reason to enjoy it, isn't it? If you're going to sin, you should at least enjoy it.

...isn't that why it's a sin? All the good things in life 're sins really...

[He chuckles.] I don't think that's how you define sin, but it certainly helps it flourish.

Ah, whatever. It's how I define sin, an' doesn't tha have t'count fer something? [But really, it totally works...]

[He shrugs, nods.] It counts for a lot in your life.

An ya can totally use it t'convince others t'sin with ya. Not that it seems t'be something you'd have trouble with... [Smirk]

Ah, yes, sinning with someone else is always more fun again. If people relaxed about sinning the world would be aa much more interesting place.

It is, isn't it. Almost like sinnin' was made fer two or something. And they trick is t'confuse 'em when it comes to knowing what a sin actually is. Ya'd be surprised what they buy sometimes...

[Even angels can believe some pretty obvious bullshit.]

[His lips spread into a grin.] Mmm, there's a terribly deep satisfaction in making people believe whatever you please.

There is, though I think ya have a far easier time of it than me. [And whilst envy might be his sin, he just looks amused at that. He has to admit, Vincent is quite compelling.]

You're really very kind. But look at yourself, I'm sure you could entrance whoever you liked with a bit of practice.

[And again with the smiling. He can't help it, he enjoys charming people.]

[And Leviathan quite enjoys being charmed. He clearly should do this more often, it was quite entertaining.] Mmm? Doubt tha, something about my personality being too much fer most.

And the whole Creature of the Abyss thing. Not sure why tha's such a bad thing.

Oh, look. Something else for me to smite. Really, Peravael, you shouldn't have.

Dearest Uriel, you have worse to deal with than my creations.

True, but an archangel needs target practice every now and then.

That intense, hm?

Perhaps you're just not presenting it in the more desirable light. [He allows his gaze to flicker over Leviathan before he meets his gaze again.] I could help you with that, of course, if you like.

Please, by all means. You will teach whoever dodges the bullet the consequences for their existence. There will be no more sitting on the fence. They do need a lesson like that. How obliging of you.

Whoever "dodges the bullet"? You have been gone for too long. But do you know, I'm in complete agreement with you--[for once]--no more fence sitting. [Uriel's so tired of it.]

So, I say "Pull" and you toss one up for me, hm?

[He grins.] Where is the fun in that? What about the hunt, the chase? No, I'll let you have that too.

Desirable light? 'm not entirely sure tha' I can agree wit ya on that, but won't deny yer help. [Leviathan smirks at the look, one eyebrow raised in either a question or encouragement.]

[Uriel's look goes flat.]

As you said, I have other, more important concerns. Behooving myself to eliminate a traitor's whims is just so...trite, seems like.

"Behooving" yourself. You've been up there too long.

Well, I'd say I'm disappointed, but... [He gives an easy shrug.]

Metatron's desk calendar. Don't ask.

You should get him one for modern lingo. It would at least make you sound more up to date.

[Peravael will take that as an invitation to move a bit closer.]

How are you presenting yourself?

He wouldn't use it. He prefers the oldies. Suits him, really. Since, y'know, he still gives and damn and all that.

Oh I think it would be rather effective if Heaven's soldiers went around demanding that the Damned "stick 'em up".

[And by 'effective' he means 'amusing'.]

But, then, it is Metatron...

[The smirk grows a bit more at that as Leviathan gestures broadly.] Like this? Sometimes wit a bit more blood though, 'm good at provoking others.

[He laughs.] How have you not got vampires to follow you around? Or did you get some and provoke them too?

Something about tastin' like brimstone or somethin'. [Shrugs.] Can't say 'm too fond of havin em around me either...

You let one get as far as biting you? Impressive creature. I imagine you aren't fond of having nearly anyone around you for too long.

The fact tha' I couldn't move was really the only reason it happened.

[He learned his lesson, don't bite off more than you can chew when it comes to angry angels.]

An tha totally depends, I had a-- [He pauses, something shadowed crossing his face] an acquaintance of sorts fer a couple hundred years. Could tolerate 'im when he wasn't tryin t'kill me.

[Just this look. Because. Really.]

[He laughs.]

Oh relax, Uriel. You should play more. Have fun.

Still impressive.

[There's always something interesting in the shadows.] What was this acquaintance like?

...y'know, it really was.

[That's because the interesting things know how to lurk. There are also skeletons in the closet, but that is mainly because he has been too lazy to burn them or turn them into decorations.]

Uh, moody, selfish, bit of a spoiled brat really and far too good with a blade. One of those had everythin' an ran away sorts. [shrugs] But I guess he tried an tha' was-- different.

[See that gleam in Uriel's eye? It is a wicked, amused gleam.]

You should go fishing with Ithuriel.