Sex happens for less reason, but I'm glad for you, Lucifer. I am. You deserve it. From what I know of Chloe, she does too.
I think Chloe believes I'd be in a gutter somewhere without you fishing me out. Was just talking about you the other night when someone complained about how sketchy and cheap Hellblazer looks. Had to assure them that you'd deck out the place is silks and gold if I let you. I'd just end up robbed blind in the night.
Chloe is yours, Lucifer, not much to do with me. Lovely woman, yeah, but I think she'll forget me soon enough.
Let me reiterate, Johnny Boy. You don't know our dear Detective very well if you think she'd just forget someone she considers a friend. And here I thought I was the one in need of educating on humanity.
Luci, don't put your hand on my thigh and claim its hers.
And you, better than anyone, should know better than letting her be my 'friend'. All my friends are dead. She's a cute bird, quick and smart. Don't want to see her in a pile of bloody scraps because of someone I've pissed on.
Won't you be shocked to look down and see that it is what it is, mm?
You're under the mistaken impression that I 'let' her do anything. She does as she pleases, much as she did what she pleased that wound her up dead in the first place. If anyone wants to keep her from harm, Constantine, it's me. But I'm also aware that I can't do that without confining her in ways that just... well. It's not my way. Dead or not, she still has Free Will, and if that extends to befriending a sodden mess of a Magician, then that's her prerogative. I dare you to tell her otherwise.
If you were anyone but you I might take offence at the 'sodden mess' bit. That said, you need to get her a better class of friends if she's down to me. Lay in bed and discuss me, do you? Suppose I should be flattered.
We discuss lots of things post-romp. You. The gargoyles. Her work. My not-family. You again. Face it, John, she's got her hooks into you now. You're hers as much as you're mine.
I'm going to have to get arrested and have a talk with that woman of yours. People die around me, usually because I'm around beings like you or - others.
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I think Chloe believes I'd be in a gutter somewhere without you fishing me out. Was just talking about you the other night when someone complained about how sketchy and cheap Hellblazer looks. Had to assure them that you'd deck out the place is silks and gold if I let you. I'd just end up robbed blind in the night.
Chloe is yours, Lucifer, not much to do with me. Lovely woman, yeah, but I think she'll forget me soon enough.
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And you, better than anyone, should know better than letting her be my 'friend'. All my friends are dead. She's a cute bird, quick and smart. Don't want to see her in a pile of bloody scraps because of someone I've pissed on.
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You're under the mistaken impression that I 'let' her do anything. She does as she pleases, much as she did what she pleased that wound her up dead in the first place. If anyone wants to keep her from harm, Constantine, it's me. But I'm also aware that I can't do that without confining her in ways that just... well. It's not my way. Dead or not, she still has Free Will, and if that extends to befriending a sodden mess of a Magician, then that's her prerogative. I dare you to tell her otherwise.
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If you were anyone but you I might take offence at the 'sodden mess' bit. That said, you need to get her a better class of friends if she's down to me. Lay in bed and discuss me, do you? Suppose I should be flattered.
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