Weakness. Like his mother said. Love was weakness. And yes, perhaps it was, but he couldn't work out how to let go of it. He had never had it and he still had weakness so what did it matter if he could have it? Was it any different. "Weakness for some, perhaps strength for others. That's the beautiful of things - we're all different."

And Aleister had always been one to bunk trends and stand out. He was no simple demon. If he was, maybe he'd be happier.

"Anyway, I have business to attend." He pulled away, with great reluctance, looking at Bobby for a final moment before he moved away. "Don't worry for me too much, pet. I'll be fine."