...because even beautiful people have bad sex.
"...this is not our room."
"See? You are too drunk for this!"
"But you were the one that opened the portal!"
"...oh, yes. But I maintain that you are drunk."
"Are you two quite done?" Anyone else would have screamed in absolute terror, ran into the walls trying to run away, or at least make an attempt at modesty... but they were not anyone. They were the Devil and his consort, and they had been caught in a most compromising position all over a cluttered wooden table by the only people who they themselves could not terrify. Miles could already imagine the line of people outside the gates of Hell complaining to each other about having the life sucked out of them by a pair of drunken poofters. The thought made him rub his face wearily. "Could you please be so kind as to get the hell out of my study?"
"They stole that one from us."
"Did they? I don't recall us stopping when he walked in."
"Very true."
Fortunately, the intruders turned away and stumbled towards the patiently waiting portal. Unfortunately, they were still muttering to themselves, with Adonis glancing behind him with a faintly amused (but mostly drunk) grin. "It's been, what, a hundred years...? Don't you ever switch?"
The reply came in the form of a speeding fireball, but the damage had been done. Miles didn't need to look up to know that he would have to be dealing with Nathan's confusion and curiosity for the rest of the night. "...switch?"
"See? You are too drunk for this!"
"But you were the one that opened the portal!"
"...oh, yes. But I maintain that you are drunk."
"Are you two quite done?" Anyone else would have screamed in absolute terror, ran into the walls trying to run away, or at least make an attempt at modesty... but they were not anyone. They were the Devil and his consort, and they had been caught in a most compromising position all over a cluttered wooden table by the only people who they themselves could not terrify. Miles could already imagine the line of people outside the gates of Hell complaining to each other about having the life sucked out of them by a pair of drunken poofters. The thought made him rub his face wearily. "Could you please be so kind as to get the hell out of my study?"
"They stole that one from us."
"Did they? I don't recall us stopping when he walked in."
"Very true."
Fortunately, the intruders turned away and stumbled towards the patiently waiting portal. Unfortunately, they were still muttering to themselves, with Adonis glancing behind him with a faintly amused (but mostly drunk) grin. "It's been, what, a hundred years...? Don't you ever switch?"
The reply came in the form of a speeding fireball, but the damage had been done. Miles didn't need to look up to know that he would have to be dealing with Nathan's confusion and curiosity for the rest of the night. "...switch?"