[voice] don't say they come to pray to the lord

[bedsidemanners]

I think this month has actually been one of the milder ones, as far as curses go. No spilled secrets or random monsters, just idealistic rainbow-chasers and dirty text messages.

Which isn't nearly as different from the norm as you'd hope.

[and he clears his throat]

I've long since resigned myself to thinking of staying here as an unpaid vacation. I hate to say it, but sometimes I still miss-- not my hours at work so much, but my old office. At least, the desk portion of it. The bed gets depressingly uncreative.

... Gabriel, I trust you've settled in well enough, haven't you?

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[hornblower]

. . . Well enough. Thank you for asking, Raphael.

[bedsidemanners]

You're very welcome.

[hornblower]

Where's Michael? I've yet to see him.

[bedsidemanners]

Not at all? I'm surprised. He tends to spend a lot of time in the Underground.

[hornblower]

I see. [ she pauses. ] Perhaps I'll see him when I go down.

[bedsidemanners]

It's dangerous down there.

[being dragged there whenever michael needs entertaining has soured him on the place]

[hornblower]

So I've been told. But when has that ever stopped me?

[ or listened, in general. ]

[bedsidemanners]

Far, far less often than it should have.

[begrudgingly]

But for what it's worth, I think you can take care of yourself.

[hornblower]

That would not have been me then. [ that's amusing. ] But thank you for your vote of confidence, Raphael. I had expected you would disagree.

[bedsidemanners]

Well, I'm not completely unwilling to admit your competence.

[hornblower]

Only to everything else then.

[bedsidemanners]

It's not as though you need me advocating you. Wouldn't that taint your image?

[hornblower]

I'm flattered you see me in such superficial light.

[bedsidemanners]

You expected nothing less.

[hornblower]

I'll remember to expect nothing more as well.