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[ Neither was he. They'll be rubbish cold at any rate. And he can live without the grease when he's got such good company to take his mind off why he might've needed it in the first place.

He tilts his head to watch as she shimmies out of her jeans and top. Hard not to take a little advantage of a show when he's so close to front row and all. His attention does turn back to the tap to turn off the faucet as a chuckle escapes him. ]

There'd be a lot more amber and myrrh if that were the case. [ He dips his hand in the water again to give it another pass to mix in the oils. ] This is just bits and bobs.

Cleansing, purifying. [ That particular bottle has the label nearly worn down beyond recognition. It's one of John's own blends. Have to get work where he's able and he's no stranger to the odd occult or metaphysical shop with the right person running it. Even his old mate Nomo has been known to get an oil or two from him if he's working at it. ] As for the rest?

A good magician never reveals his tricks.

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That's the way things like that typically work. Like the Sword of Night.

[ Granted, the sword won't kill anyone unless actively put to that use. It'll just make one tell the truth however uncomfortable it might be for all those present. When he croaks one day he thinks he'll leave it to Midnite without telling him what it is.

He keeps a shoulder more in front of Gary so as to shield a little better as they go from room to room. It's easier to do with the other man so close already. Hhis right hand out, he has an incantation or two in mind that might stun it but outside of the protective bindings he already had on it he's not sure what else he's got in his verbal arsenal. His jaw ticks. ]

One thing at a time, squire. We get it contained to one room and then work on all the rest. It took me weeks to get this thing locked down tight before.

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most of the things i deal with on the daily have a high chance of murdering me from the go. i'd like to at least keep my reputation somewhat intact.

it'd be a mistake to go thinking that.

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oh i think that's putting it mildly. i'm torn somewhere between talking with him or tying him up to use for a feather toy for my hellhound.

did he say that to you? what a tosser.

it'd probably do wonders for his personality if he just got laid. but that's one sacrifice i'm personally not prepared to make.

yeah but there's good bastard angel and then there's the gabriel types. i'll take whoever you're recommending in a heartbeat over the rest of that lot.

i'll remember it the next time i'm in the old town. i'm overdue for a visit.

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a bit of that and the fact that i couldn't cope with the idea of staring at your ugly mug for another second. chances of me topping myself out of some misguided sense of self-preservation go up tenfold when your particular scent of sulfur comes creeping in the door.

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how should i know? i even said that he should leave all that alone. i had to pop over and check to make sure the hellhound wasn't going to cause a fuss.

next thing i know there's a bloody fire in my den! of all places!!! not even the bedroom it's like he was just going to sprawl in front of the door. absolutely ruined the mood.

had to explain that it was an accident and barter for a bit all the while he's crying in the corner and being extremely unhelpful. spirit even destroyed what was left of the candle in a fit he was so put out.

come on he was easy on the eyes how was i to know he was daft as a brush???

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or you could give me your address. i've got a new toy i nicked from some coworkers lets say. i can pop in whenever.

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well, i needed dna and the cattle prod provided the cardiac arrest so i could connect with the bloke's soul.

now i've a lead.

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he chose me. i was just looking to sneak past and i needed to bribe him with a treat. next thing i know he's following me home.

pieces are all accounted for. i'm no gary green. my nipples are staying firmly attached.

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