[ At that, Cecil's hands on his shoulders tighten their grip, her nails digging into him possessively. She stays quiet for a while, but it's probably pretty clear that wasn't the answer she expected-- or one she likes. ]
[ 'CAUSE SHE SURE DOESN'T SEEM LIKE SHE DOES. ACTUALLY, HURTING HER IDIOT ANGEL SOUNDS A BRILLIANT IDEA, SO SHE'S POSSIBLY DOING THIS ENOUGH TO DRAW SOME BLOOD. ]
[ She doesn't let up, but she does press her mouth against his jaw, almost kissing him, but instead of brushing her lips against his skin, she uses her teeth. She doesn't bite -- yet -- but the threat is obviously there. ]
Have you considered it was your idiotic fraternizing with the enemy that got you killed?
[ She scrapes her teeth now blatantly against his jaw and throat, dragging her nails down the front of his biceps from his shoulders without ever letting up on the pressure. ]
Did they torture you first, Barakiel? Can angels be tortured?
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How truthful are you feeling? Still the same?
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I guess so. The only way to tell would be to make me tell a truth I wouldn't say otherwise, wouldn't it?
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Why wouldn't you tell me the name of the demon you spoke of earlier?
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Red hair, black clothes. Hat. Pretty androgynous-looking...
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[ No, she's just pissed about it still. ]
But the good news is that you are still bound by the truth-telling tea. What else should I ask, Barakiel, as he dislikes speaking of his life...
[ Also, she's beginning to rub his shoulders. ]
So, how did you die?
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Execution for high crimes against the angelic orders.
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[ Also possibly nuzzling is going on too again. ]
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Stop that, you're distracting me.
[half-heartedly tries to push her away since it's probably useless anyway]
I'm not sure what the exact charges were. "High crimes" was all that I was told. It doesn't matter; they were all spurious anyway.
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Why would they bother making up spurious charges to execute you?
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[j. just saying.]
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[ 'CAUSE SHE SURE DOESN'T SEEM LIKE SHE DOES. ACTUALLY, HURTING HER IDIOT ANGEL SOUNDS A BRILLIANT IDEA, SO SHE'S POSSIBLY DOING THIS ENOUGH TO DRAW SOME BLOOD. ]
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Ow...
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Have you considered it was your idiotic fraternizing with the enemy that got you killed?
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It wasn't. I was a scapegoat...
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[ She scrapes her teeth now blatantly against his jaw and throat, dragging her nails down the front of his biceps from his shoulders without ever letting up on the pressure. ]
Did they torture you first, Barakiel? Can angels be tortured?
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