"Quite a mouthful," Desire replies, looking him up and down. The kind of mouthful they might like to familiarize themself with, if he weren't so dedicated to being skittish.
They take a moment to mull over what the angel's said, and it's a disturbing thought. The idea of there being a place, an iteration of the universe where they do not exist as they are is...off-putting. "What a strange sort of realm that must be. Are all angels like you there, then? I must say, that would make the Silver City much more pleasant. It was ever so dull, the last time I visited." But that was a very long time ago, and Desire has not been back since. They would not be welcome.
"And anyway," they grin, taking a small step towards Aziraphale, "There are so many more possibilities when one can be ~tangible, wouldn't you say?" They reach out and touch him just slightly, brushing fingers over one damp, tweedy sleeve.
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They take a moment to mull over what the angel's said, and it's a disturbing thought. The idea of there being a place, an iteration of the universe where they do not exist as they are is...off-putting. "What a strange sort of realm that must be. Are all angels like you there, then? I must say, that would make the Silver City much more pleasant. It was ever so dull, the last time I visited." But that was a very long time ago, and Desire has not been back since. They would not be welcome.
"And anyway," they grin, taking a small step towards Aziraphale, "There are so many more possibilities when one can be ~tangible, wouldn't you say?" They reach out and touch him just slightly, brushing fingers over one damp, tweedy sleeve.