Crowley’s pet angel was almost too easy to bother with. The pathetic little fool was still sitting at the bar again staring at him with those ridiculous lovesick eyes. Belial hadn’t even been trying.
He felt downright sorry for the useless excuse for an angel. Maybe it was time to just give in and let him have what he so desperately wanted. Then again that smacked awfully of kindness and the seduction was half the fun.
Aziraphale sighed deeply.
On impulse Belial lent in lips ghosting over the angel’s cheek and whispered into his ear: “So your room or mine?”