"No idea what tickles your fancy and I really don't wanna know. He ain't my type, tell you that much. Looks like a boy." Whatever his type in men might be, it certainly wasn't Raphael. Neither was the woman in it his type in women, not that he was sure what that was either. These days, more mature, a bit more natural. Well put together. Something like that, if he had to vaguely picture it.
"Take it. Knock yourself out. Return it though, I've got things organised in there." And, yeah, he gestured to the freezer chest again. It was in an order he knew, anyway.
"We should go furniture shopping together. And clean your windows. Do you get any natural light here or do those yellow stained blinds just give you the delightful lighting tone of urine?" The answer was yes, he had been here in the day. It was revolting, of course. He put the disk inside of his pocket and turned to Bobby, raising his eyebrows. "So you're not into young angelic twinks. Well, doesn't that just bode well for me?"
He smirked at the other before coming up to his desk and standing right in front of him. "I suppose I'm off. Any last tender, sweet words before I part?"
"Don't get your ass exorcised before you're done being helpful." There, Bobby felt that was nice. Frankly, for a known crank like him, it really might as well be some sweet nothings.
Maybe it was just a simple psychological thing that was happening. Sure, he was being flirted with by an untrustworthy piece of shit demon with a thousand agendas, but he was still being flirted with. Rather brazenly at times. That didn't usually happen and it was flattering in spite of the source and in spite of himself.
Also, somehow, he found Aleister entertaining, as annoying as he could be. It was fun watching the prissy snob turn his nose up at Bobby's place. Almost made him want to provoke it further.
So, yeah. Maybe he liked it when he came around. Just a bit. "See ya later."
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"Take it. Knock yourself out. Return it though, I've got things organised in there." And, yeah, he gestured to the freezer chest again. It was in an order he knew, anyway.
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He smirked at the other before coming up to his desk and standing right in front of him. "I suppose I'm off. Any last tender, sweet words before I part?"
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Maybe it was just a simple psychological thing that was happening. Sure, he was being flirted with by an untrustworthy piece of shit demon with a thousand agendas, but he was still being flirted with. Rather brazenly at times. That didn't usually happen and it was flattering in spite of the source and in spite of himself.
Also, somehow, he found Aleister entertaining, as annoying as he could be. It was fun watching the prissy snob turn his nose up at Bobby's place. Almost made him want to provoke it further.
So, yeah. Maybe he liked it when he came around. Just a bit. "See ya later."