"Well, yeah, obviously. I'm not gonna fuck my brother." Raphael rolled his eyes as he tried not to get side-tracked. His brother was asking if sex was romantic, when all the word from above had been was that it was a sin. A reason to feel bad and guilty. "Don't believe the propaganda. I think Michael was just having an off day when he preached those things in Israel."

Or at least he assumed it came from Michael, he knew it didn't come from God.

"Wayward angels and ignorant men have claimed what Father never did. Love can be expressed many ways. Sex can be romantic, it can be dirty and gross, it can be bad and good. It can be a cruel weapon or a beautiful gift. Just depends what you want from it, bucko." He flicked his eyes over to Matteo. "For you, it wouldn't just be sex. You'd be making love, eh?"