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"Well it's always about you," he says. "What about my needs? What if I wanted to be pregnant?"

He's not serious.

"Nope. I'll divorce you if you lose that gorgeous girlish figure of yours."

He folds his arms.

"I thought we already established that I'm getting totally fat. Because I am."

She laughs, kissing him. "And I will help you to do so by making you wonderful dinners. But you'll run around and play with our kids and stay in shape."

He smirks. Because stay in shape...

"You just completely contradicted yourself."

"How do I contradict myself?"

She looks at him, trying to be intimidating but not really.

"If you have to ask," he tells her, maturely, "you'll never know."

She does the mature thing and sticks her tongue out at him. Then she kisses him, hungrily, but makes herself pull back. "I had more to talk to you about...you're distracting me...what was it..."

"You tell me."

He doesn't seem inclined to stop distracting her.

"And you can't fatten me up and keep me in shape. It's one or the other, Babe."

"I can do both, you'll just stay the same is all." She giggles. She kisses his neck. "OH! Yes. There's a not you in the bar that has your body. He bought it."

Warren is quiet for nearly a full minute.

"...wait, what?"

"He works for the devil...needed a corporeal form...apparently he looked through a catalog and picked out yours...and so he wears it...um...and he's here...and your body wasn't, as you might think, a clearance item."

Warren's facial expression has not changed.

"...what?"

"His name is Wes." She offers weakly.

Does he have to ask again?

"...huh?"

"In the bar is one of the devil's apprentices. He needed a body, went through the body catalog and decided yours looked the best. So he bought it."

Ah. That seems to have gotten through.

"...My...actual...?"

"Yeah. I guess...um...I guess they put the skin back on or something..."

"The...skin..." he repeats, numbly.

"..."

"Yeah..." She looks at him carefully, touching his cheek. "You okay?"

"Ye....es," he says slowly.

"Uh. You... And you talked? To him?"

"Yeah...I just saw him outta the corner of my eye, thought it was you, called him baby. Madness ensued. But yeah..."

"And he's...just walking around."

Warren's lips are pressed together in a straight line.

"Good. Great. Good for him."

She hadn't meant for it to make him sad, but now that he is she can see why it'd be upsetting.

She kisses his forehead. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't do it," he murmurs, distractedly.

"Nobody did. It's just a thing. Whatever."

He's not upset, exactly. He's...jealous?