- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[abduxel]

She and Lucifer occupy very separate parts of my life.

But if you have to know, it's in her best interests to preserve my well-being.

[slightlyoffchilt]

It's in her best interests -- beyond losing a clearly virile bedroom friend?

[abduxel]

[That makes him smile wide, and he ignores the direct question.] What do you know about my virility, Dr. Chilton? You've dissuaded me from really showing you. How can you be sure?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I know a psychological tactic when I see one, Abduxel. [He spoke it as if chiding, but quite clearly Chilton wasn't about to back it up with any scolding.] One is free to make professional estimations, when one is in my position.

[abduxel]

Maybe we should try some different positions, then, Doc.

[He looks up at the clock meaningfully, as the hour is up - maybe even has been for a little while, if Chilton is the sort to let that happen.]

Why don't you give me a call if you think of some?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I don't have to give you a call, Abduxel. You work for me.

[Chilton stood, folding the open file that contained his notes on the demon patient.]

Consider my employment something of an invisible leash.

[abduxel]

A leash? I didn't know you were so kinky. [He grins and winks as he stands from his seat, straightening out his suit.]

Until next time, Frederick.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton rolled his eyes at Abduxel's comment, as if it hadn't been designed to provoke that very reaction. He offered Abduxel a wave, concluding with:]

Until then, yes.