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"It is possible they frown on the exporting of angelic porn, I would think."

Raven tilts his head, considering.

"It would certainly make the Church more money, I think. Also better publicity."

Perhaps Aziraphael should be consulted in this matter.

Raven raises an eyebrow.

"Perhaps it should be a mandate from On High? I do not think he is the type to enjoy videotaping."

Raven says nothing of Crowley.

I wouldn't think so, either, but he is always full of surprises.

"He is like a pinata, perhaps? Or a pastry?"

Raven looks puzzled.

This may be deliberate.

"There is a saying about boxes of chocolates, I think. He has a nougat center?"

Caramel, I think.

"You are fond of that particular flavor?"

Raven is so very innocent.

Really.

Every now and then. One wouldn't want to get in a flavor rut, you know. Especially when it comes to chocolate.

*Oh, Adam can do innocent, as well.*

Raven grins brightly.

"It is a thing I will remind Alanna of, perhaps. Also, I will help. I am good with knots."

Raven nods, firmly.

"Vanilla is unpleasant, I think."

Perhaps not.

*Adam frowns at the bird.*

Raven looks wounded.

"I had thought it was entertaining. I am mistaken?"

Watch the eyebrows go up.

*Watch Adam's furrow.*

Not especially, no.

"Well, then."

Raven looks very smug.

Then he flicks a cookie at the Jesus-figure.

Surprise!

*Jesus-figures don't much care for cookies. It's a little known secret. He takes the cookie and nibbles it, before making a face.*

Raven wrinkles his nose.

Would you like some Jesus cookies, instead?

*Adam pulls out a plate of very bland looking white cookies.*

Raven stares at them.

Then Raven stares at the Jesus-figure.

"You are not actually trying to kill me, are you? Only I think perhaps it is difficult to tell."

I wouldn't ever try to kill you. It would make me feel so guilty now, and when I was no longer Jesus, it would just suck.

Raven snorts.

"I will consider myself comforted, then."

He still does not take the cookies.

*Adam does take one of his own cookies, but wrinkles his nose at them as well.*

How much fun can this guy have, really?

Raven just looks at him.

"I do not think he is entirely made for fun, no."

What is he made for, then? Other than comfy clothes.

"You know the story better than I, perhaps."

He blinks.

"I have little patience for martyrs."

He didn't intend to be one.

Raven just looks at him.

"He did not, no."

This, right here, might explain why Raven is a little less than fond of certain deities.

In part.