[Balthazar smiles. Some of his brethren would find that response cheeky, but all in all he'd rather spend time with mortals who can hold their own than ones who remain in awe of him.]
I'm a bit sore, but there's nothing for it but time. Thank you, though.
[He swallows more beer, licks his lips, and considers a moment. She asked about his vessel.] When I say I'm in a human vessel...this body belonged to a man--an artist--at the turn of the 20th Century. I was sent to earth on a mission, and needed a vessel to wear. I came to him because he was the only adult of the right bloodline.
An angel can't take a vessel without consent. I ended up talking with him for nearly two weeks before he said yes. I still carry his soul with me, but it's resting now. He's resting.
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I'm a bit sore, but there's nothing for it but time. Thank you, though.
[He swallows more beer, licks his lips, and considers a moment. She asked about his vessel.] When I say I'm in a human vessel...this body belonged to a man--an artist--at the turn of the 20th Century. I was sent to earth on a mission, and needed a vessel to wear. I came to him because he was the only adult of the right bloodline.
An angel can't take a vessel without consent. I ended up talking with him for nearly two weeks before he said yes. I still carry his soul with me, but it's resting now. He's resting.