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Murder you, well -- she is highly creative about her kinks, you know. Artful, entrancing. I wouldn't put a bit of bloodplay past her -- though there's no telling if such would be to the degree of homicide.

[Or... demoncide. Whatever the proper term might be.]

She -- yes, she certainly is a beautiful woman.

[He smiled, addressing part of Abduxel's statement.]

Myself and the Major General, who had thus commissioned me for this work. I'm upholding her specifications, you know. She is highly particular.

Just a bit more context, then -- is this festering based in personal relationships, or is more of an internal concern?

I don't mean it in a medical way, if that's what you're asking. So, I guess I'd say more in relationships and experiences.

[That draws a quiet, dark laugh from him, and he holds up his slightly bloodied knife meaningfully, eyebrows raised at Chilton. The expression and gesture are exceedingly clear, so much that Abduxel might as well have said it aloud: do you really think I'm not into bloodplay, doctor?

He tucks the knife back way, smiling still.]

It takes more than a little blood-loss to bring me down, Doctor, so extend my apologies to Raina. When my throat was slit, I got back up after a little rest. In any case, dying is not one of my kinks.

[He passes over that tidbit of information so casually. Notably, he has no discernible scars on his neck.]

For the record, I'm giving you a proposition, not offering a deal. So why don't you just picture it a while, and let me know if you're feeling inspired.

Edited 2015-07-20 02:40 (UTC)

[Chilton, who had managed to survive his encounter with the ever cunning Walter White, did not look like much of a champion amidst the fallout. His shoulders slouched, the smear of tired purple hung beneath his eyes. The man looked sleepless, tormented, and hungry.

He looked at Will when he was addressed with that question -- a gaze that lingered a moment too long.]

You attended the most recent Swearing-In, didn't you?

[ .....wow. ]

;) Cute.

But why not combine the two if you're feeling a little adventurous?

[ only.....half joking?? ]

I'll make sure to bring flowers to the first date. You're not denying the lack of trust between us, Fred.

And yet you became so upset at me for expressing the same opinion...

[ Raina pointed out with weakened amusement. Her eyes flickered between his eyes and his mouth, and then she leaned forward -- brushing her lips to his so soft and chaste. Pulling back, Raina rested her forehead against his -- enjoying his closeness and his warmth. ]

So what choice do we have if neither will let the other sacrifice? The only choices I see are to fight and to fall. And while I have no doubt in our strength to survive -- how do we take on the darkest of angels? The only thing I'm capable of that would be any help is having unpredictable premonitions. My powers -- even as an inhuman -- can hardly stand up to him. And I don't imagine we could keep him sedated forever.

[ Though that would be a nice option..... ]

Edited 2015-07-20 03:16 (UTC)

[One finger slides up the armrest at that question as Will slouches further, getting rid of the temptation to frown, to make a less than pleased face by shuffling off the required bit of energy elsewhere. Sore spot? Damn right.]

The whole house did. Got dressed up and everything. [He catches himself before he can pick at the chair, relaxes again, wonders what's caused Chilton to lose sleep but knows he can't go there yet. Not when Will might add reasons for him to be restless. Unless he's been tipped off...] Had a pleasant conversation with Raina. I saw you but wasn't certain if I should approach...public event and all.

[Abduxel knocks at Dr. Chilton's office door at his usual time-slot, and smiles brightly when it opens.]

Dr. Chilton. Am I still your patient, even though I'm your employee?

[He starts to enter regardless of the answer.]

Why wouldn't you be?

[Inquired with a quirk of his eyebrow. No moral dilemmas here.]

Take a seat, won't you?

Mm, I don't know, you always seem to be so caught up in ethical boundaries.

[He settles onto the sedan, opting once again for comfort rather than his recent typical pattern of sitting as close to Dr. Chilton's desk as possible.

He sprawls.

While the demon often has an upbeat attitude, it's usually in that strange, sick and twisted sort of way; today he seems more genuinely cheerful.]

So how about that Swear-In? Quite the grand reveal. I can't wait to see what they'll come up with next.

[Somewhere, Crane feels science tingle down his spine.]

You seem rather amused over the misfortunes of others. Reputations were tainted -- and we are apparently, collectively, international targets.

[But his recap was delivered breezily enough, as if he figured such dire tone did not include himself. After all, Chilton found himself personally bedeviled by other concerns.]

I thought I saw you speaking with Crane after that little show.

[Bedeviled, eh, Chilton?]

What's a reputation, really? A bunch of lies others stitch together about us. What's the difference to add a few more? [He waves a hand dismissively.]

[He pauses a moment as Chilton brings up Crane, and tilts his head a little. Dryly,] I'm required to play nice with him, if you recall. He was waxing poetic about fear, if you're going to ask.

How very Dorian of you. [He remarked, his tone arid.] But I suppose you've always put more value on flesh up front, isn't that so?

As for Crane -- his knack for playing your pedagogue is noted. Though I might find it somewhat presumptuous of him to teach a demon about fear.

[It's hard to genuinely care about your reputation when there's no levels you won't stoop to, really. The comment about Crane brings his smile to his eyes, as he revels in badmouthing that creepy, disconcerting man. But he doesn't comment: he can't admit to Chilton that Crane actually frightens him. All he says is, simply and lightly,] Crane will get what's coming to him when it's time.

But Dorian. [The name carries a new note of disgust, although his tone in general remains at least lukewarm.] I've discovered we're not at all alike.

[But then a thought occurs to him:] Actually, I'd be curious for your opinion on that. How similar we seem to you.

[Chilton only shot the demon a skeptical look, given the dangling bait that statement was. But Crane wasn't worth the effort to pry, so Chilton simply shrugged the topic away.]

Well. You clearly have better taste in companions than he does. I suppose you're both hungering for stimulation, and you both collect bitter exes.

[He was beginning to grow fond of the way Chilton would bypass the obvious bait, unlike so many others, and instead snap at the little things. The little weaknesses. Like finding the tendons in your wrists or ankles instead of going for the jugular.

He snorts a laugh. Damn right he has better tastes.]

I'll say.

[It's tempting, here, to start prodding at Chilton the way he does, but he's decided to conduct an experiment by not flirting with the man. So his gaze lingers a for a very short, silent moment, before he keeps speaking.]

I suppose you know, then, that Dorian dumped me for some whiny vampire who's apparently got him settling down. I guess my teeth weren't sharp enough.

[His wolfish smile illustrates that well.]

Well if it's any consolation, Dorian will drop that one if ever his beloved Toby shows his face here. That was the only name Dorian had ever lapsed with me -- and undoubtedly that was the most emotional I had ever seen Dorian.

[It was almost a pity that he had wrapped up that literary Lothario in a bow for Raina. Almost. But compromise and sacrifice were inherent to a healthy relationship.]

So Dorian prefers a little bite with his swallow. Always thought the man was masochistic.

[Abduxel's eyebrows raise and for a moment his cheer dampens and his words become clipped, subtly.] Tobias has, in fact, graced us with his presence. How lucky for Dorian.

[The swallowing comment earns a small smirk, though.]

I think anyone who wants to get me behind closed doors has to be a little masochistic, don't you?

Oh my. [Chilton blinked with an authenticity of surprise that he rarely exhibited: winded shock mixed with delight, a mischievous combination.] Oh my. Then you simply have to destroy him, don't you? Exercise that sadistic streak of yours pragmatically.

[He tilts his head, smiling a little bit again.] Have you gotten the impression that I like to destroy? Toby and I are friends now. We've struck a deal, and I always uphold my deals.

As no doubt he is equally inclined to uphold his end of the bargain, given that vampires are just as notoriously honor-bound as demons are.

[He said. Sarcastically.]

Edited 2015-07-22 04:01 (UTC)

I think he's well aware that breaking a deal with a demon would not be in his or Dorian's best interests. As I hope everyone is.

Besides, it's mutually beneficial.

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