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Characters: Galahad [galahad]& Agrat Bat Mahlat [bawdystrumpet]
Date/Time: Sunday 9th.
Location: Church in NYC
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Demonishness.
Summary: Agrat comes to confess about Percival, Galahad is around... and this won't end well.
Going to church was something of a ritual for Agrat. Every Sunday, like clockwork, no matter what city she was in, she would make her way to morning mass and confession. Today was no different, except this time she actually felt like there was something worth confessing beyond the normal tongue-in-cheek rhetoric she usually spouted.
It wasn't often that something weighed on her soul, seeing as how she was already damned it didn't make sense for her to dwell on the various sins she committed. However, in light of Percivals' confusion after their dalliance she was feeling out of sorts and needed to tell someone. It was just her luck that there was a line of people waiting for confession that day. The longer she waited the more likely she was to just continue to rationalize what happened as a dream, and that wouldn't be good for anyone.
Galahad was seen at church more than often, though the times he stepped in usually varied depending on what he had going on that day. Today he had been sitting for a long time near the back. He had prayed, but then just sat down and contemplated the altar before him. There was exhaustion visible in his face, because while he felt no lost love for Famine he didn't like having to speak to the family and explain to them that everything was okay.
Sigh.
Galahad closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He waited for some sort of divine inspiration but nothing came.
Agrat wasn't familiar with this church, having chosen it because she didn't want to accidentally encounter Percival and have to deal with how awkward that might be. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't think twice about the fact that she had slept with someone and they were acting as though it didn't happen, but this time was different because she hadn't been the one who initiated it. It was enough to make her think he regretted what happened, and she had a good track record of no complaints.
Until now.
Agrat looked around for a place to sit and wait, eventually spotting a man sitting alone. He seemed quiet, which was exactly what she was looking for in a seat-mate.
Galahad shifted a little when someone came to sit by him, he was not expecting that and turned to face the woman for a brief moment. She seemed oddly familiar (perhaps a face in the community?) but who was Galahad to judge if someone found peace here. Whoever they were.
Unfortunately, he was not a big chatty person, so he allowed the silence to stretch between the two, turning his attention back to the altar. No divine inspiration, nothing, just silence.
Agrat observed the man for a few moments, not saying anything while she got comfortable. She idly wondered if he was waiting for the same reason she was, or if he was actually attempting some quiet contemplation, but Agrat wasn't going to ask.
Perhaps attempting to pray for guidance would be a good idea, not that she had any idea on how to pray for clarity over why a guy would deny screwing her. It made no sense.
Galahad turned to her after a few more minutes, "Your face seems familiar, are you in a blogging site?" The grail knight asked, he seemed impassive again, as if all the thoughts and inner turmoil from before was completely gone. It wasn't, it simply was lept deep inside of him. Quiet.
Galahad liked the quiet, both inside and outside.
"Your face seems very familiar."
Agrat wasn't paying attention to the other man when he spoke, causing her to visibly jump when his voice cut through her thoughts. "I suppose you could say that," the demoness responded, flicking her hair behind her ears as she studied Galahad.
Agrat had felt like she knew him from somewhere, now she was sure.
"As does yours, actually."
Galahad, for his part, thought that anyone who was in church was probably likable on some level, so he didn't really hesitate when offering and introduction, "Sir Galahad, or Hayden if you prefer our mortal names." He didn't smile, but that was not surprising for the man, he smiled very rarely and very selectively. "I appreciate that more than just a few attend church."
He leaned back a little, trying to get himself comfortable (not an easy task considering the hard, unwelcoming nature of the seats).
Agrat, now aware of who Galahad was, felt slightly apprehensive. If she told him who she was he would most likely get up and leave. He was the Grail knight, bastion of purity, and she was a succubus. Still, they were in church, so he couldn't be too judgmental, right? "I'm Agrat Bat Mahlat, or Tessa if that's easier." She paused. "Do many others attend?"
Beyond her own pantheon she couldn't think of many who would. Possibly the Arthurians, but she doubted many others did.
Oh Galahad knew who she was, but he didn't say anything about- instead he tilted his head, curiosity in his eyes. "Yet you're in church. Why?" He tone was cool, but that was not unusual, that was just standard Galahad dealing with people.
"I do not mean that you're not entitled to come here, it just seems unusual." He folded his hands on his lap and waited.
The laugh that escaped Agrat's lips was pleasant, although a bit louder than she would have liked. "Why not? I still have faith in God, so what's the harm in showing it?" She shrugged ineleganty, the move almost out of place on Agrat.
"I understand, but in this life I was raised to be a churchgoer, and it's never felt wrong to me." She hoped that explanation helped.
"I'm not going to chase you out." He observed, turning away from her and looking at the ceiling this time, trying to collect his own thoughts, "And I do not see the harm in it, no, it just seems curious." If his tone was defensive, it was not intentional.
"This is a house of God and all are welcome here." And with that, the knight made it clear he wasn't going to dwell on why she was there or not, just respect her space.
"I would hope not, though that would be interesting to see you explain," she mused aloud as she watched him. He didn't seem uncomfortable in her presence, which was good. "I suppose it does seem curious." There were worse things than a demon in church.
"That is something we can both agree on." She offered him a slight smile, accepting that he had made his decision and choosing not to press him further.
Galahad snorted, and gave her a look as if it wouldn't be strange at all for him to chase her out of a church; but he was thinking like a knight, not Hayden. Oh well. "Are you waiting to confess?" He nodded towards the line of people waiting to confess to the priest today. It was a long one still. "Normally it is not this full."
Agrat smiled, aware that it probably was taking effort on his part to treat her like a normal person and not like the succubus he now knew her to be. She didn’t mind, so long as he didn’t do anything stupid. “I am, actually,” she murmured, eyes fixed on the slowly declining line. “People much have been celebrating the end of the summer a bit too much.”
Even the grail knight could not resist the following remark, it was only natural to do so, Agrat was a demon. Why would he ever deal with her beyond this? Why would he even try to befriend her? (things, questions, that he would have later in mind). "You must have a lot to confess then." He replied cooly, though thankfully his tone was not outrightly hostile. Not yet.
A single eyebrow rose at the comment from the knight, though the smile on her face stayed just as bright as ever. Galahad probably thought he was being witty, and to anyone else he might have been. "I actually don't, I'm more interested in getting advice on something." Why she gave him that information she'd never know.
"On something?" Galahad thought that was rather vague but he wasn't going to say that. However, his previous words didn't make him feel witty, he just really felt a demon ought to have a lot to confess to god, especially if they made the effort to be here. Then again, he also didn't know how Agrat carried on her confessions.
"Yes, a personal situation," Agrat clarified as a slgiht blush came to her cheeks. It was clearly something she didn't want to get into, especially not with someone who had already made his determinations about her. It was enough to make her wish she hadn't brought it up to Galahad in the first place.
For all that Galahad knew, he could not make sense as to why Agrat was faintly blushing, almost as if there was some twinge of discomfort in her sin. How odd, and the grail knight pinned her with a stare, as if he were judging something (maybe her, maybe not) or drawing a conclusion by watching the tiny details. Who knew, Galahad was an odd man.
"You're one of the Hell queens, are you regretting some sin?"
Of course he would notice her discomfort, Agrat should have known better than to say anything but there was something oddly penetrating about Galahad's stare. She sat up with a haughty air about her, his question evoking a soft snort from her lips as she formulated her answer. For all her openness Agrat wasn't one to just give information away.
"That's a silly question, knight. Would I be here if there wasn't something weighing on my mind?"
The fact that Galahad could be a little judgemental twatwaffle was obvious, even when he was trying not to be. It was a... flaw given his religious upbringing- white or black. Nothing in-between. Perhaps that was also part of his fascination with Mordred, the knight was a dark shade of grey- but never black, not to Galahad's perception. It was disconcerting at times.
"You could be here to cause trouble for the sake of it." He pointed out, his tone factual and flat. "I would not pretend to understand the logic of your actions, nor the reasons why you may have regrets, but I do find it odd that someone like you would have regrets."
The look Agrat gave Galahad in response to his downright ridiculous theory might have been considered comical were it not for the two people involved. It was a commonly held belief that those who encompassed the fallen angels somehow had something against God, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Just because she was a fan of exercising her free will that was no reason to think she was no longer a follower of God's doctrines - in fact she felt it was her duty to test others by seeing if they could be convinced to sin, which usually led to them going back to church. A vicious, but necessary, circle.
"Mm, no, that would take too much effort on my part. Besides, it would be more prudent to skip the service and go straight for the priest if I really wanted to cause trouble," she pointed out, meeting his gaze with a level one of her own. "It's funny you would say that, since all things considered I'm only human. Isn't regret par for the course?"
In Galahad's eyes, those who had broken God's laws- the fallen, the hell queens, the demons- they couldn't love God. If you do so, why would you go against his command? Simple logic in his world, but he didn't voice, he didn't feel the need to do so, but his incredulity towards the succubus only increased at her look and words. "Human in form, but not in your soul, you are what you are- whatever body you have it is just a shell. A mask. Perhaps even a lie or a way to trick others. I do not know."
Conversely, in Agrat's eyes, it was God who made her an angel of prostitution, so she was honoring God's teachings by doing what she did best. Admittedly, this was only the second time she had felt any remorse over her actions, the first being with King David but she didn't speak of that, and the worst part was this time it wasn't even her fault. It was Percival's for initiating and then denying what had happened between them. "That's right, you don't know, and yet you sit here conjecturing nonetheless." He was so high and mighty that she could easily understand Samael's desire to sully him.
"It's not doing any harm." He interceded softly, "I am drawing thoughts, but accepting that I may never know what really is. Which is more understanding than some of you may deserve." Again, the tone was soft, Galahad wasn't trying to be offensive, he was merely being factual about what he was saying. It was just very hard with him, his high and mighty attitude could be misconstrued as an attack, whereas in Galahad's intention it was just fact.
"What are you here to confess?"
"Nor is it doing any good," she chided quietly, clearly of the impression that the only true judge was God. "How do you know how much understanding I deserve? Perhaps this life is His way of giving me a second chance. Is it not said that the Lord works in mysterious ways?" While the Grail knight believed in what he was saying strongly enough to consider it fact, Agrat had pondered her continued reincarnations quite thoroughly and had drawn a few conclusions of her own which she had no trouble sharing.
"If you must know I slept with a former knight, such as yourself, and he would rather pretend it didn't happen."
"You don't know that." Galahad replied, though at the mention of what Agrat had come to repent he became visibly tense, the first thought was his father or his king had been seduced by this demon. Yet, the reasons behind this made the knight sound incredulous, "I'm not entirely surprised a knight would deny being seduced by a demon. Why are you?" He had become very tense from zero to a hundred, at the mention of the knights and- Galahad couldn't help but feel pity for those easily corrupted. (Of course if he knew, if he knew...)
"It isn't exactly something to be proud of, I had hope some of the knights had learned well-enough to kept from temptation." Apparently not.
"Neither do you," Agrat shot back, calmly inspecting her nails. It had been a few weeks since her last manicure, maybe she could treat herself to one later. She observed how tense Galahad got, and resisted the urge to smirk. "It might further surprise you to know I didn't initiate the seduction, and as for my regrets, well, he was a friend and I have far too few of those to want to lose one." That really was the crux of her problem; she genuinely liked Percival and had viewed him as off-limits until he made the first move.
"As far as temptations go, getting naked with someone doesn't even scrape the barrel of the worst thing a person could do, and it's a shame so many look upon it as a bad thing," she pointed out with a detached air.
"A knight of Camelot is friends with a demon?" Galahad's face was totally impassive, but it was clear that he thought the notion to be outrageous and downright insulting. "Even my father, who betrayed the king, would not take you to bed." Hey for all he knew, she was lying, and he wouldn't hesitate in saying that out loud if push came to shove. "He knows better." God, Galahad sincerely wished that he was not putting any misguided faith in his father there.
"Perhaps not, but going to bed with a demon should be considered a rather grave mistake. At the least." Oh hello there, righteous judgemental side.
"You act like it's impossible for a demon to have any redeeming qualities. Honestly, I'd be hurt if I actually stopped to care about your opinion." Agrat was just about done listening to anything Galahad wanted to say. It wasn't as if anything she said would stop him from automatically assuming the worst about her, and she didn't have to take this from him. "Regardless, I never mentioned which knight and have no intention of doing so. If you'd like to know so badly you can ask around yourself." She owed at least that much to Wesley, not wanting to see him excoriated over a one-time thing he didn't even seem comfortable with.
"I think we're done here; the line has wound down enough that I should get a place now while I can." The fact that his company upset her didn't need to be said, she assumed he knew that.
A derisive snort, Galahad shook his head, "For all I know, you're lying about a knight sleeping with you." But apparently he was not going to just let her leave that easily, but then again- he being Galahad made sure to grab her arm where he could not touch her skin, the grip soft but firm. Even if it was not a lie, Galahad was not entirely comfortable with a demon cavorting with knights, but before taking any decisions he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter.
Right now? His only source was sitting by his side, Agrat was not going anywhere.
The sudden hand gripping her sleeve caused Agrat to glare at Galahad with every ounce of annoyance she could muster, and it was a considerable amount. "You're right, you have no reason to trust anything I say, so why not do both of us a favor and let me go, knight," she hissed, venom lacing her words. He had nothing to gain from keeping her here, and if he thought to wear down her insistence on keeping the name of the knight she dallied with to herself he had another thing coming. She had kept bigger secrets from better men than him, and could be quite stubborn when the need arose.
He was lucky that she wanted to avoid making a scene in a church, not that he knew that. "I have no problem screaming, you know."
"Because you've said something that is important to me." Galahad replied evenly, ignoring the glare she was sending his way. What could he do about it? Nothing. What did it matter if a demon disliked him? It didn't. "I cannot just let you walk away after such an accusation. You know that, you must." He wasn't here to compete with her stubbornness, or if she had faced better men than him or not- none of that mattered to Galahad, all he wanted was the truth.
"Scream and make a scene? Make yourself the victim and cause trouble? Have me arrested?" The knight shook his head, "I just want the truth, and I'm happy to let you go."
"And you've already made it clear you suspect me of lying, so why press the issue?" Like Agrat was going to offer up information to someone who had already insulted her and made it clear her word carried no basis with him. As if. "Oh, you can easily let me walk out of here, and you should. You're just choosing not to, for reasons I can't fathom." She outright laughed at him, wondering how it was he could so earnestly ask for the truth from one he literally just accused of lying.
"I wouldn't have you arrested, there are far better things I could think of to do to you," Agrat practically oozed a sickening sort of charm. "How do you even know I would tell you the truth?"
The incredulity in Galahad's eyes turned into disappointment, but this was not the kind if disappointment you have when your friend has let you down- oh no, this was unsurprised, and it was mixed with something akin to disdain. He was not surprised a demon would act thus, he felt discomfort at the fact she may be telling the truth and simple disdain at her tactics. "I don't, but whether you lie or tell the truth, it is something that involves me, and those I care about."
Her laughter only served to tightened his grip on her, "I'm not interested in anything else but what you said. Finish your confession, Hell queen."
If Galahad thought his disappointment and disdain would somehow compel Agrat to start spilling he was woefully mistaken. It served the purpose of hardening her resolve further. There really was nothing he could do or say to get her to talk; he wasn't Metatron, Michael, or Samael, and as such she wasn't scared of him. "Think whatever you want to think, sir Galahad, but I have no reason to expound on anything I've already said to you. There's nothing in it for me." She didn't think she could get more blunt than that.
Her lips curled into the type of smile that didn't reach her eyes as she tilted her head to one side. "I'd rather wait for the priest."
"No, I think it best that you leave." Galahad said softly, "You're not welcome here, and now that you've shown your true colours before me, Hell queen I wish to never set sight on your again. Other knights may indulge your games, and you may deceive them, but you don't deceive me. You have no right to stand in the house of the lord when you're so intent on playing games with me. I only want the truth or lie you came to confess." And if she wouldn't give it, Galahad had no further business with her.
Unless in future she became a problem that he would have to deal with as a knight, and not a mortal.
"Please leave."
Date/Time: Sunday 9th.
Location: Church in NYC
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Demonishness.
Summary: Agrat comes to confess about Percival, Galahad is around... and this won't end well.
Going to church was something of a ritual for Agrat. Every Sunday, like clockwork, no matter what city she was in, she would make her way to morning mass and confession. Today was no different, except this time she actually felt like there was something worth confessing beyond the normal tongue-in-cheek rhetoric she usually spouted.
It wasn't often that something weighed on her soul, seeing as how she was already damned it didn't make sense for her to dwell on the various sins she committed. However, in light of Percivals' confusion after their dalliance she was feeling out of sorts and needed to tell someone. It was just her luck that there was a line of people waiting for confession that day. The longer she waited the more likely she was to just continue to rationalize what happened as a dream, and that wouldn't be good for anyone.
Galahad was seen at church more than often, though the times he stepped in usually varied depending on what he had going on that day. Today he had been sitting for a long time near the back. He had prayed, but then just sat down and contemplated the altar before him. There was exhaustion visible in his face, because while he felt no lost love for Famine he didn't like having to speak to the family and explain to them that everything was okay.
Sigh.
Galahad closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He waited for some sort of divine inspiration but nothing came.
Agrat wasn't familiar with this church, having chosen it because she didn't want to accidentally encounter Percival and have to deal with how awkward that might be. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't think twice about the fact that she had slept with someone and they were acting as though it didn't happen, but this time was different because she hadn't been the one who initiated it. It was enough to make her think he regretted what happened, and she had a good track record of no complaints.
Until now.
Agrat looked around for a place to sit and wait, eventually spotting a man sitting alone. He seemed quiet, which was exactly what she was looking for in a seat-mate.
Galahad shifted a little when someone came to sit by him, he was not expecting that and turned to face the woman for a brief moment. She seemed oddly familiar (perhaps a face in the community?) but who was Galahad to judge if someone found peace here. Whoever they were.
Unfortunately, he was not a big chatty person, so he allowed the silence to stretch between the two, turning his attention back to the altar. No divine inspiration, nothing, just silence.
Agrat observed the man for a few moments, not saying anything while she got comfortable. She idly wondered if he was waiting for the same reason she was, or if he was actually attempting some quiet contemplation, but Agrat wasn't going to ask.
Perhaps attempting to pray for guidance would be a good idea, not that she had any idea on how to pray for clarity over why a guy would deny screwing her. It made no sense.
Galahad turned to her after a few more minutes, "Your face seems familiar, are you in a blogging site?" The grail knight asked, he seemed impassive again, as if all the thoughts and inner turmoil from before was completely gone. It wasn't, it simply was lept deep inside of him. Quiet.
Galahad liked the quiet, both inside and outside.
"Your face seems very familiar."
Agrat wasn't paying attention to the other man when he spoke, causing her to visibly jump when his voice cut through her thoughts. "I suppose you could say that," the demoness responded, flicking her hair behind her ears as she studied Galahad.
Agrat had felt like she knew him from somewhere, now she was sure.
"As does yours, actually."
Galahad, for his part, thought that anyone who was in church was probably likable on some level, so he didn't really hesitate when offering and introduction, "Sir Galahad, or Hayden if you prefer our mortal names." He didn't smile, but that was not surprising for the man, he smiled very rarely and very selectively. "I appreciate that more than just a few attend church."
He leaned back a little, trying to get himself comfortable (not an easy task considering the hard, unwelcoming nature of the seats).
Agrat, now aware of who Galahad was, felt slightly apprehensive. If she told him who she was he would most likely get up and leave. He was the Grail knight, bastion of purity, and she was a succubus. Still, they were in church, so he couldn't be too judgmental, right? "I'm Agrat Bat Mahlat, or Tessa if that's easier." She paused. "Do many others attend?"
Beyond her own pantheon she couldn't think of many who would. Possibly the Arthurians, but she doubted many others did.
Oh Galahad knew who she was, but he didn't say anything about- instead he tilted his head, curiosity in his eyes. "Yet you're in church. Why?" He tone was cool, but that was not unusual, that was just standard Galahad dealing with people.
"I do not mean that you're not entitled to come here, it just seems unusual." He folded his hands on his lap and waited.
The laugh that escaped Agrat's lips was pleasant, although a bit louder than she would have liked. "Why not? I still have faith in God, so what's the harm in showing it?" She shrugged ineleganty, the move almost out of place on Agrat.
"I understand, but in this life I was raised to be a churchgoer, and it's never felt wrong to me." She hoped that explanation helped.
"I'm not going to chase you out." He observed, turning away from her and looking at the ceiling this time, trying to collect his own thoughts, "And I do not see the harm in it, no, it just seems curious." If his tone was defensive, it was not intentional.
"This is a house of God and all are welcome here." And with that, the knight made it clear he wasn't going to dwell on why she was there or not, just respect her space.
"I would hope not, though that would be interesting to see you explain," she mused aloud as she watched him. He didn't seem uncomfortable in her presence, which was good. "I suppose it does seem curious." There were worse things than a demon in church.
"That is something we can both agree on." She offered him a slight smile, accepting that he had made his decision and choosing not to press him further.
Galahad snorted, and gave her a look as if it wouldn't be strange at all for him to chase her out of a church; but he was thinking like a knight, not Hayden. Oh well. "Are you waiting to confess?" He nodded towards the line of people waiting to confess to the priest today. It was a long one still. "Normally it is not this full."
Agrat smiled, aware that it probably was taking effort on his part to treat her like a normal person and not like the succubus he now knew her to be. She didn’t mind, so long as he didn’t do anything stupid. “I am, actually,” she murmured, eyes fixed on the slowly declining line. “People much have been celebrating the end of the summer a bit too much.”
Even the grail knight could not resist the following remark, it was only natural to do so, Agrat was a demon. Why would he ever deal with her beyond this? Why would he even try to befriend her? (things, questions, that he would have later in mind). "You must have a lot to confess then." He replied cooly, though thankfully his tone was not outrightly hostile. Not yet.
A single eyebrow rose at the comment from the knight, though the smile on her face stayed just as bright as ever. Galahad probably thought he was being witty, and to anyone else he might have been. "I actually don't, I'm more interested in getting advice on something." Why she gave him that information she'd never know.
"On something?" Galahad thought that was rather vague but he wasn't going to say that. However, his previous words didn't make him feel witty, he just really felt a demon ought to have a lot to confess to god, especially if they made the effort to be here. Then again, he also didn't know how Agrat carried on her confessions.
"Yes, a personal situation," Agrat clarified as a slgiht blush came to her cheeks. It was clearly something she didn't want to get into, especially not with someone who had already made his determinations about her. It was enough to make her wish she hadn't brought it up to Galahad in the first place.
For all that Galahad knew, he could not make sense as to why Agrat was faintly blushing, almost as if there was some twinge of discomfort in her sin. How odd, and the grail knight pinned her with a stare, as if he were judging something (maybe her, maybe not) or drawing a conclusion by watching the tiny details. Who knew, Galahad was an odd man.
"You're one of the Hell queens, are you regretting some sin?"
Of course he would notice her discomfort, Agrat should have known better than to say anything but there was something oddly penetrating about Galahad's stare. She sat up with a haughty air about her, his question evoking a soft snort from her lips as she formulated her answer. For all her openness Agrat wasn't one to just give information away.
"That's a silly question, knight. Would I be here if there wasn't something weighing on my mind?"
The fact that Galahad could be a little judgemental twatwaffle was obvious, even when he was trying not to be. It was a... flaw given his religious upbringing- white or black. Nothing in-between. Perhaps that was also part of his fascination with Mordred, the knight was a dark shade of grey- but never black, not to Galahad's perception. It was disconcerting at times.
"You could be here to cause trouble for the sake of it." He pointed out, his tone factual and flat. "I would not pretend to understand the logic of your actions, nor the reasons why you may have regrets, but I do find it odd that someone like you would have regrets."
The look Agrat gave Galahad in response to his downright ridiculous theory might have been considered comical were it not for the two people involved. It was a commonly held belief that those who encompassed the fallen angels somehow had something against God, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Just because she was a fan of exercising her free will that was no reason to think she was no longer a follower of God's doctrines - in fact she felt it was her duty to test others by seeing if they could be convinced to sin, which usually led to them going back to church. A vicious, but necessary, circle.
"Mm, no, that would take too much effort on my part. Besides, it would be more prudent to skip the service and go straight for the priest if I really wanted to cause trouble," she pointed out, meeting his gaze with a level one of her own. "It's funny you would say that, since all things considered I'm only human. Isn't regret par for the course?"
In Galahad's eyes, those who had broken God's laws- the fallen, the hell queens, the demons- they couldn't love God. If you do so, why would you go against his command? Simple logic in his world, but he didn't voice, he didn't feel the need to do so, but his incredulity towards the succubus only increased at her look and words. "Human in form, but not in your soul, you are what you are- whatever body you have it is just a shell. A mask. Perhaps even a lie or a way to trick others. I do not know."
Conversely, in Agrat's eyes, it was God who made her an angel of prostitution, so she was honoring God's teachings by doing what she did best. Admittedly, this was only the second time she had felt any remorse over her actions, the first being with King David but she didn't speak of that, and the worst part was this time it wasn't even her fault. It was Percival's for initiating and then denying what had happened between them. "That's right, you don't know, and yet you sit here conjecturing nonetheless." He was so high and mighty that she could easily understand Samael's desire to sully him.
"It's not doing any harm." He interceded softly, "I am drawing thoughts, but accepting that I may never know what really is. Which is more understanding than some of you may deserve." Again, the tone was soft, Galahad wasn't trying to be offensive, he was merely being factual about what he was saying. It was just very hard with him, his high and mighty attitude could be misconstrued as an attack, whereas in Galahad's intention it was just fact.
"What are you here to confess?"
"Nor is it doing any good," she chided quietly, clearly of the impression that the only true judge was God. "How do you know how much understanding I deserve? Perhaps this life is His way of giving me a second chance. Is it not said that the Lord works in mysterious ways?" While the Grail knight believed in what he was saying strongly enough to consider it fact, Agrat had pondered her continued reincarnations quite thoroughly and had drawn a few conclusions of her own which she had no trouble sharing.
"If you must know I slept with a former knight, such as yourself, and he would rather pretend it didn't happen."
"You don't know that." Galahad replied, though at the mention of what Agrat had come to repent he became visibly tense, the first thought was his father or his king had been seduced by this demon. Yet, the reasons behind this made the knight sound incredulous, "I'm not entirely surprised a knight would deny being seduced by a demon. Why are you?" He had become very tense from zero to a hundred, at the mention of the knights and- Galahad couldn't help but feel pity for those easily corrupted. (Of course if he knew, if he knew...)
"It isn't exactly something to be proud of, I had hope some of the knights had learned well-enough to kept from temptation." Apparently not.
"Neither do you," Agrat shot back, calmly inspecting her nails. It had been a few weeks since her last manicure, maybe she could treat herself to one later. She observed how tense Galahad got, and resisted the urge to smirk. "It might further surprise you to know I didn't initiate the seduction, and as for my regrets, well, he was a friend and I have far too few of those to want to lose one." That really was the crux of her problem; she genuinely liked Percival and had viewed him as off-limits until he made the first move.
"As far as temptations go, getting naked with someone doesn't even scrape the barrel of the worst thing a person could do, and it's a shame so many look upon it as a bad thing," she pointed out with a detached air.
"A knight of Camelot is friends with a demon?" Galahad's face was totally impassive, but it was clear that he thought the notion to be outrageous and downright insulting. "Even my father, who betrayed the king, would not take you to bed." Hey for all he knew, she was lying, and he wouldn't hesitate in saying that out loud if push came to shove. "He knows better." God, Galahad sincerely wished that he was not putting any misguided faith in his father there.
"Perhaps not, but going to bed with a demon should be considered a rather grave mistake. At the least." Oh hello there, righteous judgemental side.
"You act like it's impossible for a demon to have any redeeming qualities. Honestly, I'd be hurt if I actually stopped to care about your opinion." Agrat was just about done listening to anything Galahad wanted to say. It wasn't as if anything she said would stop him from automatically assuming the worst about her, and she didn't have to take this from him. "Regardless, I never mentioned which knight and have no intention of doing so. If you'd like to know so badly you can ask around yourself." She owed at least that much to Wesley, not wanting to see him excoriated over a one-time thing he didn't even seem comfortable with.
"I think we're done here; the line has wound down enough that I should get a place now while I can." The fact that his company upset her didn't need to be said, she assumed he knew that.
A derisive snort, Galahad shook his head, "For all I know, you're lying about a knight sleeping with you." But apparently he was not going to just let her leave that easily, but then again- he being Galahad made sure to grab her arm where he could not touch her skin, the grip soft but firm. Even if it was not a lie, Galahad was not entirely comfortable with a demon cavorting with knights, but before taking any decisions he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter.
Right now? His only source was sitting by his side, Agrat was not going anywhere.
The sudden hand gripping her sleeve caused Agrat to glare at Galahad with every ounce of annoyance she could muster, and it was a considerable amount. "You're right, you have no reason to trust anything I say, so why not do both of us a favor and let me go, knight," she hissed, venom lacing her words. He had nothing to gain from keeping her here, and if he thought to wear down her insistence on keeping the name of the knight she dallied with to herself he had another thing coming. She had kept bigger secrets from better men than him, and could be quite stubborn when the need arose.
He was lucky that she wanted to avoid making a scene in a church, not that he knew that. "I have no problem screaming, you know."
"Because you've said something that is important to me." Galahad replied evenly, ignoring the glare she was sending his way. What could he do about it? Nothing. What did it matter if a demon disliked him? It didn't. "I cannot just let you walk away after such an accusation. You know that, you must." He wasn't here to compete with her stubbornness, or if she had faced better men than him or not- none of that mattered to Galahad, all he wanted was the truth.
"Scream and make a scene? Make yourself the victim and cause trouble? Have me arrested?" The knight shook his head, "I just want the truth, and I'm happy to let you go."
"And you've already made it clear you suspect me of lying, so why press the issue?" Like Agrat was going to offer up information to someone who had already insulted her and made it clear her word carried no basis with him. As if. "Oh, you can easily let me walk out of here, and you should. You're just choosing not to, for reasons I can't fathom." She outright laughed at him, wondering how it was he could so earnestly ask for the truth from one he literally just accused of lying.
"I wouldn't have you arrested, there are far better things I could think of to do to you," Agrat practically oozed a sickening sort of charm. "How do you even know I would tell you the truth?"
The incredulity in Galahad's eyes turned into disappointment, but this was not the kind if disappointment you have when your friend has let you down- oh no, this was unsurprised, and it was mixed with something akin to disdain. He was not surprised a demon would act thus, he felt discomfort at the fact she may be telling the truth and simple disdain at her tactics. "I don't, but whether you lie or tell the truth, it is something that involves me, and those I care about."
Her laughter only served to tightened his grip on her, "I'm not interested in anything else but what you said. Finish your confession, Hell queen."
If Galahad thought his disappointment and disdain would somehow compel Agrat to start spilling he was woefully mistaken. It served the purpose of hardening her resolve further. There really was nothing he could do or say to get her to talk; he wasn't Metatron, Michael, or Samael, and as such she wasn't scared of him. "Think whatever you want to think, sir Galahad, but I have no reason to expound on anything I've already said to you. There's nothing in it for me." She didn't think she could get more blunt than that.
Her lips curled into the type of smile that didn't reach her eyes as she tilted her head to one side. "I'd rather wait for the priest."
"No, I think it best that you leave." Galahad said softly, "You're not welcome here, and now that you've shown your true colours before me, Hell queen I wish to never set sight on your again. Other knights may indulge your games, and you may deceive them, but you don't deceive me. You have no right to stand in the house of the lord when you're so intent on playing games with me. I only want the truth or lie you came to confess." And if she wouldn't give it, Galahad had no further business with her.
Unless in future she became a problem that he would have to deal with as a knight, and not a mortal.
"Please leave."