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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?

"Um...so do you think I could convince you to take dance lessons with me?" She asks weakly, looking for a distraction.

His head jerks in her direction.

"Dance? Like...ballet?" He asks, incredulously.

"No like...ballroom type dancing stuff...me in your arms.

"I want you to meet my friend Archie and his girlfriend Svava so yeah."

"Do they know how to?"

He doesn't want to be the only one who sucks.

"Not so much from the impression Svava gave me. Archie knows...drunk 1800's sailor dancing...but yeah. Besides, this way if we get married we'll know how to danace."

"Or we could elope," he suggests.

She frowns. "We can't elope..." She looks very upset at this idea. "I want a big wedding...with a cake...and a dress...and..."