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Ah, so I see.

Who, exactly, will be doing this touching?

Touching. A lot of touching.

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What will it involve?

Yes, Samy, kinks. All of them. Would you like to volunteer?

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Kinks, hm?

We need a spa in this place.

I could go for a nice massage. Work out all the kinks.

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Yes, I agree. Unfortunately, you have your facts wrong. It's okay, though, I generally expect Heaven to be all brawn.

There are pretty factual connotations of being a demon.

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Oh, sweet Raphael. You make such horrible statements and assumptions about my character. I'm positively devastated.

You’re all about going against doing the things you were created for, so I’m sure you’d find a way to disregard that too.

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Yes, good, excellent. Because the reason for my creation was to be exceedingly pleasant, at all times. You're absolutely adorable.

You’re exceedingly pleasant, as usual.

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You need only ask and I will set you on fire. No strings attached.

I'm thoughtful that way.

The cold doesn’t really make me want to snuggle, no, but I’m sure if I did I’d just ask.

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Oh my, you might want to limit me, because... well, my mind is limitless, and so is my imagination.

I feel just awful about it now, though. I’m willing to make amends however possible. Well, within a certain degree of matters.

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No little angel you'd like to snug up with, Raphael?

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I don't think I mentioned anything about sex, darling Carreau. My, wherever does your mind find itself, coming to such conclusions?

I still cannot comprehend how the only thing everyone on this ship wants is to have sex. The only thing. Of all things.

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I'm not so very certain it's possible, Iophiel. I might be scarred for another eternity, granted we have that long.

Oh, I never implied that you weren’t. It’s just a decent idea to continually remind ourselves of protocol aboard this submarine. Is there any way I could mend your wounded heart, Samyaza?

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Iophiel, am I not always the epitome of professionalism? You hurt my heart.

Don’t play the coy fool, Samyaza. I’m certain that you had some semblance of whimsical idea about that. But there’s no need to stop, if we’ll remain completely and utterly professional with one another, no?

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What part of your being mistaken has anything to do with me, Uriel?

I am not even sure if I am or not, never can tell with you.

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No, you're absolutely special in this, I promise. I didn't know that, though. Is it truly?

Perhaps I ought to stop, then. Wouldn't want to get us into trouble.

I bet you entice all the other angels like this, promising them such intoxicating ideas and notions. That sort of thing is like catnip to me, and I’m sure you already knew that much.

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Are you saying you were mistaken, then?

I’m sure you’re right, though it is not often that I read into things that need not be read into but, if you say there is nothing more, then there is nothing more.

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I've not displayed any knowledge yet, whatsoever. But I can whisper sweet nothings into your ear, of relativism, of subjectivism, or dissonance, and maybe you'll grow to like me the amount of which there are stars in the universe.

Impressive display of knowledge, I must say. Are you interested in philosophy too, Samyaza? I could always afford another person on here to muse with.

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I'm not sure. Do you reckon you can find one?

So, does that mean I’m in for some cuddling time with an extra warm demon?