Crowley studied Rudolph thoughtfully for a second, then smirked knowingly. Let the other demon see how much he knew, how observant he was...for such only afforded him more respect and power. He'd give the demon an answer to his oh so personal problem if he were smart enough to figure it out. Tapping his fingers on the table before him, still strune with pages of?reports, he began to sing quietly, as if to himself, but calculatedly loud enough t be heard easily by Rudolph.
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"Scriptures slinging, and I can not seem to find?my?way?back home.
Been 100 years and I can't find which direction to go,
to?cease my song of sorrow."
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The tune was light with a blues edge, and he smiled once more when he'd finished. Clearing his throat as if he'd not said a thing, he straightened to attention from his casual slumped posture of only a few seconds before. His mind snapped to attention fully when Rudolph began speaking. HE gave short laugh.
"You're indicating that you don't feel their emotions for one another are entirely lustful? Why else does anyone go at it like wild animals? Well maybe there is some hatred involved, of course! Angels and demons do tend to walk on opposite sides of that fine line, after all. But if you're somehow indicating a true pure emotion like fondness...I can't even consider the word love, I should think it impossible...don't you?"
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He truly gave the other demon a curious look. This entire thing was a trip but to ad freaking emotions to it? made him want to giggle...only not with others around...so he'd just have to do it later.
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Crowley became distracted from ideas of giggling at love when the name of Judas was so casually spoken. He felt himself stiffen.
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"I'd not utilize that particular portal if you can at all help it," he said, hoping his words came out casually enough with only a mild undertone of warning in them. He didn't want his true alarm or concern to show. HE had theories. Only theories and nothing more but he didn't care to see them tested if there were other routs to travel.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat