“So?” Seymour grinned. “She’s an awesome magical kitty cat girl and our star witness, remember? Don’t think it’s such a bad idea to let her have a treat, huh?”
“I suppose if she can fully consume a drakeling, then she can also digest milk,” Sariel mused.
“Awesome. Watch her, and I’ll be right back.” Seymour patted his pocket for his wallet on the way back down, deciding to stop off in the bathroom first. Once inside, he took a few deep breaths and tried to clear his mind. His muscles still achedfrom the battle, and he needed a few moments to think. Hell, he needed days and an entire team of rocket scientists.
No, monster scientists.
Was that a thing?
That needed to be a thing.
Probably at least a four-year degree?—
“What are you doing?”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Seymour shouted, throwing his fists as he whirled around to find Sariel right behind him.
“I am sorry.” Sariel pouted. “I did not mean to startle you.”
“I asked you to stay back there and watch Day!”
“I am watching her.”
“From here?”
“Yes.”
Seymour wasn’t going to argue with a man who had a hundred eyeballs hiding somewhere, so he scrubbed his hand over his face and sighed. “Okay, well…”
“Are you all right?” Sariel frowned, stepping into Seymour’s space. “You are quite flushed.”
Seymour’s heart thumped. “Okay as I can be, I reckon. It’s a lot, you know? All of this is a lot.”
“I am sorry if… my transformation added to your distress.” Sariel frowned.
“What? You goin’ full eyeball angel?” Seymour laughed weakly. “No. I was, uh, definitely shocked, but hey. That’s the real you.”
Sariel fidgeted, looking at his feet. “It did not frighten you?”
“Nope.”
“Really?” Sariel frowned deeper, his gaze still cast downward. “I find that very difficult to believe.”
“Okay, so, it was mildly, uh, surprising?” Seymour cringed. “Definitely not what I was expectin’ at all. But also, wow, reallyamazing. I, I never really understood bein’ awestruck before, but you can officially consider my struck bein’ awed.”
“Please.” Sariel shook his head. “It does not matter. We need to focus on the mission at hand.”
“Come on now. Don’t do that.”
“We must find how to speak with Day?—”
“Hey, which one of the signs is the most self-deprecatin’?” Seymour gently cupped Sariel’s chin, tipping his face upward so he could look him in the eye. “’Cause that’s what you’re givin’ me right now.”
Sariel blinked. “That would be Pisces. Or oh!” He gasped. “Perhaps Cancer, another water sign known for their vulnerability, especially in regard to their own emotions. They are also quite sensitive and moody, which may result in a lower sense of self-esteem and the self-deprecation you speak of.”
“God, that’s fuckin’ adorable.” Seymour smiled warmly. “That's what I like about you. Well, part of it. The way you light up when you’re talkin’ ’bout that stuff.”
Sariel’s eyes widened, and his skin flushed bright pink. “Are you sure it is not my celestial light shining through my human disguise?”
