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The supernaturals and Jason simply eat for some time in mostly companionable silence. Carrie seems unfazed by the quiet, cheerfully fussing around and making sure everyone's drinks are topped off, anyone who wants seconds has them, and the little group is left in peace and fed well. Hepsi seems at first almost stunned, then disbelieving, and she gobbles food like she expects it to vanish any second. The valkyrie seems stolidly accepting, stopping eating only long enough at one point to lash a hand out to stop Guthrum from patting Carrie's rear as she turns away with some dishes. His growl back at Herfi causes his eyes to flash scarlet, but her cold-eyed gaze is steady and unflinching. It is the bigger man who drops his gaze first, still scowling. Remi lightens the mood, cheerfully thanking Carrie, and she blushes a bit, returning soon thereafter with pie and ice cream for them all.

Herfi waits until the last dishes have been cleared before she turns expectantly to Jason, her own eyes bright with impatience now. "Well? Bring it out -- let Remiel have a slice!" The angel smiles a bit at her impatience, the corners of his eyes crinkling with gentle amusement above the bandanna he kept handy throughout the meal -- eating is not easy for him, clearly. He gently adds to Jason, "If you please?"

Jason notices the dynamic, and is curious... Guthrum is the only one he's unsure of in this trio of not-so-Hell's angels. Not to mention that the story of how the three of them came together has to be one worth hearing. But when the moment relaxes again, his focus turns instead to Hepsi: she's the one he needs to know about more, if she's the muttering one in his dreams. Once she has nothing in her mouth, he opens his -- and that's when Herfi chooses to speak up. Jason doesn't take offense at her manner: after all, no reason to stand on ceremony, and he figures she may be self-conscious after she actually smiled. He produces the apple. "Think maybe Cassie has a sharp knife?"

As the others are talking, Hepsi is thoughtfully eyeing the giant man, who is still glowering at his beer. She leans over and whispers softly in his ear, then sits back and gives him an inquiring look. He looks a bit surprised at the whisper, then turns to look at the diminutive girl. His eyes do a slow rake from the top of her head to as far down as he can see, where she kneels sideways in the booth next to him. He gets a slow grin, then nods once, which causes her to look satisfied and turn her gaze back to the others.

At Jason's query there's a snort of laughter from Guthrum, a grin from Remi, a giggle from the girl -- and a second later Jason has his choice of very sharp knives. Guthrum's is almost a machete to Jason's size, the steel gleaming dully from where the big man pulled it from his boot. The knives range down in size from that: Herfi's sensibly utilitarian, recently sharpened double edged blade; Remi's stiletto-like blade nearly dainty looking in comparison as he drops it into his palm from his sleeve like a card shark; and then an almost tiny punch dagger Hepsi produces -- a dagger that she hesitates and glances at, then tucks hastily away again, muttering, "Er, never mind... don't want to cut food with that..."

Jason is taken aback. "My..." He trails off. Habit still makes him mention the Christian god, even if there is no belief or reverence in his heart, "...goodness. I mean..." He takes a moment to find the words, "not to step on the offer, but wouldn't a kitchen knife be better for this? Unless this is a ritual that requires a special knife..." He looks at Guthrum's blade with a great deal of trepidation in particular.

Remiel laughs softly, waving to the others, "I'll do it; have no concern!" He turns back to Jason; he's pulled the bandanna down around his neck, and he grins, gesturing to the apple, "May I? It is truly gifted, from thee to me?" The grin does ghastly things to his mutilated cheek, but his eyes are dancing with joy and excitement. The other two bikers nod relaxedly and both knives disappear once more. Hepsi is leaning her elbows on the table with her chin in her hands, watching with bright-eyed interest. Her tongue slips out to lick her lips as she watches.

Jason feels his face twitch, trying not to react to that grisly visage... it's not polite. "It is yours to partake of, Remiel," he assures, giving over the fruit and thinking, [If we're using a double edge knife, better to give to one that knows how to use it.]

The angel's shattered-featured face lights up with happiness, although his voice is solemn, "I do accept, mortal Jason." He flips the knife around lightly between his fingers, then very carefully cuts a thin line in the apple. As he does so, the most amazing scent is released -- strong and delicious enough that Guthrum looks suddenly interested, sitting up a bit. Herfi sighs softly, the worry lines in her face relaxing slightly, while Hepsi's tongue flickers between her teeth with excitement, and she stares unblinking at the apple.

Jason is quite astonished at what is unleashed just from cutting into the apple! The apple itself, of course, looked so unassuming, not like a thing of magic and healing. But once the seal is broken, as it were, he can't help but think of summer, of picking apples with family that would later go into pies. Of barbecues, and swimming, and laughing, and the warm sun. Of that day which seems so long ago now, picnicking with Diana and Croaker. He loses himself in that scent for a lingering moment, as it unleashes such memory on him, before his eyes can refocus -- looking specifically at Remiel, curious as to his response to this apple... and what it will do for him.

The angel looks almost transcendent, but he's still carefully cutting another slice into the apple. The others are watching with avid interest as he works the thin slice out, then slowly, almost reverently puts it into his mouth. His eyes close and for a moment he just sits... then a smile crosses his shattered face, and he slowly chews and swallows. He sighs softly, murmuring, "That was..." but whatever it was is lost to his companions' exclamations. Hepsi gives a small hiss of startlement, while both Guthrum and Herfi growl something in a foreign tongue. They all watch, transfixed -- as the angel's damaged face is slowly lost to sight in a golden glow. It's initially faint, but it grows, completely obscuring his head. Jason is worried for a moment at the responses of the others present, suddenly wondering if something went wrong, or if it was just the equivalent of an oath spoken in surprise or wonder. He watches in consternation.

The glow seems to sort of melt into Remiel after a few moments... and the angel opens his eyes and smiles, "Has it finished?" The change is nothing less than remarkable: the angel looks, for the first time, truly angelic. His facial features are smooth and flawless, almost inviting caress; his voice is low and melodious, like soothing velvet against tired and abraded skin; his sensual lips are full, curved up into a smile that makes you want to laugh along with whatever delightful thing he's just said; and his eyes... his eyes are no less warmly compassionate, but now they also hold the joyful promise of wonders undreamt of.

Guthrum just stares for a moment before a slow smile nearly cracks his bearded face. Hepsi wriggles, her unblinking gaze suddenly shy; Herfi stares silently, and a tear rolls down her cheek as she nods once. Remiel looks at her and smiles again -- and this one is of such sweet intimacy that the relationship between them both is suddenly crystal clear -- as he whispers, "Thank you, dear heart." A moment later they're hugging tightly, Herfi's face pressed into Remi's flowing, golden hair. Guthrum has a drink of his beer, but after that he watches the other two almost wistfully. Hepsi wriggles closer to him, sliding under one of his arms, and he absently strokes her hair as the two of them watch. His hand is large enough, in comparison to her, to almost close completely around her head -- but he moves with surprising delicacy for such a large man.

Jason is not having an easy time of it. The perfection of Remiel's face manages to make him self-conscious, irritable, and almost aroused all at once. But that emotional cocktail fades when Remiel and Herfi share a moment of closeness that makes him feel like he's intruding on something -- and then he's analyzing that very emotion as well: why should one be embarrassed by the joy and intimacy of a couple? He's turning to Hepsi, then, once more eager to inquire after the slip of a girl -- but looking at Hepsi getting cozy with Guthrum, he trails off, swallowing his words. Okay. What is going on there, exactly? But he does not voice that thought, and just lets the moment ebb on, not wanting to disrupt things with business just yet. He can be patient.

Remiel is whispering softly to Herfi, holding her close and gently stroking her hair. After a while she sniffles a bit, then sits up again, using a napkin to tidy up a bit. She seems almost embarrassed by Remi's clear affection for her, her shoulders back and her gaze staying firmly on the table. He doesn't comment, simply keeping an arm about her shoulders, and after a few stiff minutes the valkyrie thaws enough to scooch over just a tiny bit so she's leaning up against Remiel. The angel beams at everyone there, although this time it's not quite so devastatingly perfect, "Well! Jason, many thanks from the bottom of my heart! This was amazing; I haven't felt so wonderful since the last time I changed shape!" Herfi's small smile at Remi is quiet, but at his words she turns and nods, saying firmly to Jason, "I am in your debt, mortal. Ask of me a favor, and if it is in my power, it is yours."

Jason's brow knits. "I don't... I don't understand," he murmurs. Faced with the firm, unyielding solemnity of the Valkyrie, it is oddly easier for him to deal with that than the closeness of the warrior psychopomp and the fallen angel. That said... "I gave a gift to a wounded man. You don't owe me for a gift. If you did, it wouldn't be a gift." He's not refusing her, but instead trying to understand what prompted this, especially in such weighty and final measure.

There's a moment of silence as everyone looks at Jason. Then, oddly, Herfjotur smiles again, "It was a gift, aye. That is why I offer a gift in return. Had you bargained and quibbled, I would not, but it was freely given, freely offered -- you understand?" More gravely she adds, "I am his disir; he is my Chosen to ward. Slowly but surely I was failing him, since I do not have enough energy for us both if he is also wounded and healing. You have changed this, and now I shall not lose him." She speaks with calm dignity, her stormy eyes steady on Jason's. Remiel smiles, hugging her gently with the arm about her shoulders, leaning to nuzzle against her dusty gold hair. The two of them side by side are like summer's easy, generous warmth -- and winter ice, with a banked fire smoldering behind those cool eyes.

As the others speak Herfi casually slides a hand out, drawing the marvelous apple to her. She holds it up thoughtfully, sniffing at it for a moment -- then her tongue emerges and flickers along the cut edges. Guthrum growls in quiet warning to her, and she sighs almost blissfully before turning to grin over her shoulder at him from where she's half lying on the table. Her whisper is soft, "Ssssweet!" She sets the apple down, sliding almost bonelessly around to reach up towards Guthrum's dark-skinned, heavily bearded face, drawing him down into a kiss.

Jason's expression becomes one of greater understanding, and now fascination. This is why healing the wound was of such great import. "I would still have done it for nothing had I known I was also saving his life. But I thank you for your gift, valkyrior," he assures, more formally. "But to be honest, there is more pressing matters... I am all the more interested in young Hepsi, and her interest in trying to..." He notices Hepsi's actions belatedly, and his mouth hangs open. "What in the world..." He looks at Remiel and Herfjotur, hoping they might have some clue as to what is going on -- although he does take a moment to retrieve the apple -- not really out of possessive selfishness as much as trying to not make things worse than they are!

Herfi smiles, murmuring, "The singular is valkyrie, actually. The Valkyrior would be myself and all my sisters." Remi grins, his eyes dancing as he watches the other two kissing. Guthrum is clearly strongly affected -- his arms wrap around the slight girl hungrily and he returns the kiss with passion. When he draws back for air his eyes are burning like coals, and he growls something in a tongue Jason doesn't recognize. Hepsi gives a small, hissing laugh, still wrapped around the gigantic man, and Guthrum abruptly stands, nodding once to the table before striding swiftly off with the tiny, giggling woman tucked firmly under one arm.

Jason is so bemused by Hepsi wrapping Guthrum around her finger so easily that he almost doesn't notices as he's tucking the apple away -- but something makes him look down. Where the apple had been cut, where Hepsi herself had been licking, the flesh of the apple is new. It feels slightly smaller, but it is as if the apple was never cut into. "Fascinating," he murmurs, putting the apple away. He looks at Herfi and Remi. "Is this usual for Guthrum? I mean, she didn't glamorie him into acting different, I hope?" he asks quietly.

Both supernaturals grin, and Remi answers, "Oh, I imagine he's quite happy this happened, since it's not usual that women he's helped rescue are interested in him. They'll share energy, and he'll feel much, much better afterwards." Herfi adds in explanation, "He's Jotur -- they're always fiery tempered. This will help him settle." She tilts her head curiously at Jason, adding, "I'm more curious about the girl, myself. What is she? How long have you been with her?"

Jason looks rueful. "You know as much about her as I. I saw her only once before, at the diner where she first approached you. Since then I have been on the road collecting stories and talking with spirits. I was warned only moments before by vulture emissaries that a death was imminent, and that's when I saw her tumble out of Joe's truck. By all accounts I had chosen to take my lunch in a killing field for the deputy." His voice takes a clearly darker cast as he explains in full measure. He does not add that he is wondering if Hepsi's interest was deliberate... to avoid being questioned. "What are the Jotur? I remember the Jotun from my readings, but I have never heard of the the Jotur."

Herfjotur's smile is a bit wistful, but she holds up one finger, "Valkyrie," then two, "Valkirior." She goes back to one finger, "Jotur," then two, "Jotun." There is a smooth, rolling accent in how she speaks, as if it were her native tongue, and she adds, "I forget how long the language has been gone. Your pardon." Remiel rests his cheek against her hair, and she sighs again, then nods determinedly, "Well, once you have gotten to know her, if you are able we would be interested in hearing more of her."

Remiel grins, "Like... her full name." Herfjotur nods in silent amusement. Remiel adds, "Herfi was how we knew the death was imminent. It's how we find energy: she locates an upcoming death, we go there swiftly via my abilities, and then we help however we can. Sometimes it requires Guthrum's strength, sometimes my, um... calm, and sometimes Herfjotur helps the deceased onwards." Herfi grins relaxedly at the angel, "Calm. Riiight," and he laughs softly, delighted to see her smiling again.

Jason opens his mouth in a small 'o,' and nods. Now all is made clear. It makes sense to him that Guthrum would be of the Norse giants -- his temperament and stature fits well. "It is my every intention to ask more of her. I have a feeling she is important to the matters that have brought me here." He steeples his fingers, listening to Remiel answer his next question before he can even ask it. "It doesn't put you at odds? The idea that the actions of one of you might prevent the death from occurring? I mean... how does that even work?"

Herfjotur sighs and relaxes a bit against Remiel as the angel answers, "Oh, no, no -- we share energy between the three of us, so no matter who receives the most energy, we all benefit." He hesitates, then adds with awkward honesty, "I... actually, while I pull in the most energy, I'm also the most fragile. I... I would not have survived without Herfjotur and Guthrum." The Valkyrie smiles faintly, one hand absently stroking his thigh as she murmurs, "It works out, my Chosen... and tonight I shall have you all to myself, for once." Her smile at him is calmly knowing, and it's the angel who blushes slightly, his gaze dropping as he smiles in return. His voice is quiet as he adds, "They -- Herfi and Guthrum -- they actually spent time with the Norse, and that's why they remember who they are, we think."

Jason leans forward with interest. "You know who you are, though. Is it because of where you come from? That you once served the Judeo-Christian God, whose story still is strong in the world? Or..." He suddenly gets an idea. Diana had a cord they were following, once. Jason assumed just as his cord tied him to his body during the first dream quest given by the old woman, that her cord tied her to the portal they all came from -- and that all the other supernaturals were similar. But what of Remiel, a fallen angel? He focuses his Sight to see if the angel has a cord.

It doesn't happen at first. The sight that was so clear to him once seems to come a lot tougher, now. True, many of the supernaturals he's come across since probably look a lot like normal people. But finally he can see it: Herfjotur and Remiel both have cords trailing off through the wall. Curiously, he can spot something else now he's looking for it: shimmering almost like static next to his skin are two white blots of energy. One he knows is the apple, tucked into a pocket. The other is on his belt where the canteen rests. Further, Remiel seems to glow slightly in a way Herfjotur currently does not. The apple is much brighter than the canteen. Jason's eyes widen, and he focuses on Remiel. "All the others, they remember being cast out of a portal -- and nothing before that. But you, you served your lord, and you still have a cord. Do you know why that is?" he asks gently, if intently.

Remiel tilts his head and smiles faintly at Jason, "Why do you say I did not come through a portal? I did... far, far away from here." His smile gets rueful, "Many years of travel away, by the standards of the time."

Jason inclines his head. "Point made. Do you remember of your life before you were cast out? Or is it just supposition, because you know who and what you are?"

Remiel looks more puzzled, "Er... I never said I was cast out, actually? I just... left." He looks down to where Herfjotur has gently twined her fingers with his, his voice slightly pained, "I... I could no longer countenance his casual fickleness and cruelties. I knew it would rob me of much of my power but... but I couldn't live like that. Not like..." he takes a quick breath, then firmly says, "I am not a parasite, and I will not live like one on innocent and well-meaning mortals. Nor will I assist the greedy and power-hungry to take over a society!" Herfi strokes his thigh gently again, and he sighs, deflating a little. He murmurs, "Past the portal, though... no, I do not recall. I am sorry."

Jason shakes his head. "There is nothing to apologize for. I am a fisher of information, and collect it wherever I can, to try and understand what has happened. It is only another piece of the puzzle." He rubs his hands together, and then focuses on Herfjotur. "There was... a recent event of great power. Possibly even a death of enormous magnitude... not of a mortal, but of a supernatural force. Did you feel it?" he queries on sudden impulse.

Both entities look blankly at Jason, then at each other. Finally Remiel murmurs quietly, "Maybe he means the tsunami on the other side of the globe?" Herfi nods thoughtfully, glancing inquiringly at Jason, "Is that what you meant?" Remiel adds, "We didn't feel it precisely, but we read about it. We were wondering if it might have happened due to another portal or something."

Jason blinks. "Wait, wait... another portal? Do these things just open up randomly or something?"

Herfi scowls, but Remi smiles, shrugging, "We don't know. We just... appear through them, we think... and we can't seem to go back through them, you know?"

Jason tries to reorganize his thoughts. Other side of the globe... that would fit with the idea of a light in the East, which is what died. But Phyx didn't send him to the other side of the globe. She sent him to the east on this continent. "I guess I had thought they were all the same portal, and that all of the supernaturals were expelled at the same time... save for Remiel, of course, since it seems his was a special case."

Both entities shake their heads, and Herfjotur says coolly, "As far as I know, we all emerge alone, and usually damaged in some fashion." Remiel shudders slightly, his eyes closing for a moment.

Jason grimaces sympathetically at the valkyrie. "Let me bend your ear to a different topic... have you had to deal with the man called Joseph before? Or the man of god, Father Bermudo? It seems that Joe in particular is very interested in you and yours, and the Father looked on you and seemed afraid of you."

Herfjotur snarls quietly, and this time it's Remiel who strokes her thigh calmingly. His voice is soft and even, "We have met them. The mortal Joe considers us responsible for the deaths we sense, while the priest believes me either a demon, or possessed, I think."

Jason smiles dryly. "Of course he does. But do you know how he knows? I mean... of all the people here it seems least likely that you would read as something 'evil' by all his blessed objects and whatnot. And the deputy... does he know anything? He seems to think it's his duty to kill people that aren't human."

Both entities shake their heads, and Herfi shrugs as well, "They are terrain features -- things we must avoid for a few years until the landscape changes and they die." Remiel smiles a bit apologetically.

Jason tilts his head at the way Herfjotur puts it... perhaps it is just practicality, but it also feels a little dehumanizing. Of course, how can he say anything about that considering who they are, and what humanity has done to her and hers. "I see. I'll just have to do the same, I suppose," he muses -- and then an earlier curiosity comes back to him. "Your mounts... where did they come from? Are they companions and powers in their own right, or did they somehow become extensions of you?"

Remiel grins ruefully, and Herfjotur nods briskly, "We affect them. There is a certain amount of energy leakage that is normal, over the years. They change shape as needed, we've found. Mine was originally a wolf, and Guthrum's a wild boar. Since then they've been what people expected to see -- horses, mostly, but machinery on occasion. Why? Do you need one also? It takes a century or so, I'm afraid." She leans forward, suddenly curious, "Although... hm. Are you truly a mortal?"

Jason spreads his hands. "Honestly? I have no idea what I am. I can see the ties that bind you to your bodies not of this earth, and often know a supernatural on sight alone. I seem to attract the attention of many of you, though part of that could be the mark on my neck. The only thing I know for certain is that I was asked to make a choice -- to be of the get of Adam, or to give myself over to the universe -- and I chose the universe. For love."

It's Remiel who leans forward this time, his smile open and curious as he reaches out, "Mark on your ne-? ooh..." He falls silent, studying it, and Herfjotur leans so she can see it too. She snorts in quiet amusement, murmuring to the angel, "Hepsi's going to be livid when she sees that." The angel looks more worried than amused, "This was... it was not forced on you, was it?"

Jason shakes his head vehemently. "Every choice I have made in this was my own will. It was my choice to come back to her, to learn of her and her story. It was may choice to aid them in times of need. It was my choice to love her, to be hers and to go with her when she had to leave... and unfortunately it was also my choice to leave her when I was given an assignment that was sufficiently dire," he assures as eloquently as he can. "And why do you think it matters to her? Hepsi, I mean?"

Remiel looks relieved, leaning back in the booth again. Herfi leans against him, her smile almost mischievous. Cryptically she murmurs, "Takes a disir to recognize another, I suppose." She adds with a smile, "What do you see when you recognize supernaturals?"

Jason says, "The true form, usually. Hepsi was a burning ring and Remiel was a haloed, winged snake. My love and her mother... well, let's just say they appeared much like depictions of them in literature. The true form of a supernatural is usually so distinctive it's easy to know what they are, if not who."

Both entities look rather startled -- then Remi laughs softly, holding up a hand, "Ah... I think you got that backwards. I'm one of the Ophanim, the wheels of fire." He thinks a moment, then shakes his head, "I'm pretty sure Hepsi is not Seraphim, though."

Jason takes a moment to recognize what Herfi suggested. "Am I? Really? Aren't the disir usually female? Or wait... you're talking metaphorically, aren't you."

Remiel adds with a smile, "The form I wear now is my form, though. I am, in a sense..." He pauses politely to let Jason finish -- then he grins again, "Er, I believe she was referring metaphorically to herself and Hepsi, not yourself?"

Jason ohs! "Sorry, sorry, wasn't understanding..." Then his brow creases. "Really? At first I was confused, and thought that I'd seen wrong and Remiel was the snake... but you're saying..." He trails off, perplexed now.

Remiel smiles in quiet reassurance, "Quite all right." Herfi raises an amused eyebrow, then murmurs, "You seem to jump around quite a bit mentally, mortal. Perhaps you should ask more, and assume less?" Her voice is quietly amused. The Valkyrie gently strokes Remiel's thigh again as she adds proudly, "Especially since my Chosen was not simply cast aside, as you implied."

Jason nods in agreement. "Of course, there is not always someone to ask... but you are right. But that aside... does this mean I Saw her incorrectly? Or is it only that there is some other that has a similar form as the Seraphim?"

The two supernaturals look silently at each other. Herfi shrugs slightly, and Remiel grins, then turns to Jason, "Well... the short answer is 'quite likely.' However... you could simply ask her, since Herfi here seems to think she's decided she's your new protector?"

Herfi adds amusedly, "Considering she appears to be some form of shapeshifter also, if Jason's vision is correct, I'd say it's in your best interests to know as much as you can about her, mortal."

Jason waves his hands. "Okay now, that's the thing I totally don't get. What makes you think she's protecting me?" While he's willing to accept that her whole manner and vibe might be an act, she certainly seems more interested in herself, so far, than him. "And I'll be more than happy to ask her... many things. But I don't want to step on Guthrum's toes, you know?"

The supernaturals both laugh quietly, and Remiel smiles, "She's thanking Guthrum for helping to save her... but it's you she kissed. You're both the succulent, and the one going in the direction she needs to go. Further, people mistake her as your younger sister. Past that simple logic, though, I'd say you have to ask her yourself." Herfi nods, adding, "I noticed how she angled so you're in the booth on the side away from me, with herself bracketed by you and Guthrum. I suspect if she could she'd bring the lot of us along on her journey... but we cannot go that way. We rule the highways; others rule the cities, and they are not necessarily friendly to us."

Jason huhs! Remiel reminds him of what he had forgotten... a throwaway moment when they first came here and were met by Cassie. "I thought she just kissed me because, well..." He pinkens slightly. "Diana always called me lollipop. I figured she couldn't resist a taste."

Remiel laughs! Herfi snorts amusedly, then grins slowly, "I... don't suppose you wish to share a bit?"

Remi looks in surprise at Herfi, "I thought you didn't...?" She grins at him, "I don't. But you can." Remi raises an eyebrow -- then laughs again, turning to Jason with an inquiring grin.

Jason considers. He knows he still loves Diana, even away from her, and he has given of himself before, to Phillip and Phyx. "I think it's well. If you hadn't show up, after all, things might have gone badly, and I already promised you such reward for my aid. That hasn't happened already, though? I mean... you did save me from Joe. I thought it happens when the sacred act is done."

Both entities look a bit confused. Remiel says carefully, "What is it you are expecting to happen, please?"

Jason says, "Well, the way it's happened before there's something specific, some act or series of acts that allow the energy in me to flow into you -- and from what you'd said earlier, it's... oh. Right. I assumed from overhearing you." Both entities are looking more puzzled now, although Remiel looks like he's also fighting a smile. They wait politely. Jason tilts his head towards Remiel. "So it's not the act of saving another that gives you life force? What is it then, please?"

Remiel smiles, "Me? Healing, compassion. But I can also receive it from grateful acts." He adds a bit wistfully, "I fear I cannot heal physically right now, though. People are mentally resistant to it. All I can accomplish is mental healing."

Jason huhs and looks thoughtful. "I could give you a backrub. Mike taught me how. He says I've gotten good at it. That's a grateful act, right?" he queries. "I mean... we could play a game of chess, but I'm not sure that counts."

Herfi looks intrigued; Remi looks faintly surprised, "A... backrub? I, er, am not sure what that is, but... well, I'm game to try it?" He grins, "Chess would not do it for me, I fear, although...?" He glances inquiringly at Herfi, who smiles and shakes her head. Remi grins, looking back at Jason, "I'd thought a kiss, but certes, let us try this backrub thing!"

Jason blinks! -and blushes hotly. "Uh...." Could he kiss an angel? That shining face, that sensual mouth, those warm eyes... goodness yes, he could. Time spent with Mike and Diana has already further brought down any barriers he'd have to such a thing... and Remiel is, well... you know. With a spoon. "I think you'll enjoy the backrub even more. Although it's a shame I didn't bring any scented oil. Maybe Cassie has some..."

Both entities look a bit surprised, with Remiel saying gently, "Er, Jason... the electricity works just fine around us. You won't need any oil lamps." Herfi smiles, rising, "I think we should go to our room, dear one, and see how this backrub thing works. If we're lucky, it will be longer than a kiss, and you'll receive more from it!" She's cheerfully enthusiastic as she heads for the restaurant door, calling quietly, "Carrie? Could we trouble you for two rooms tonight, please, instead of the usual one?" Remi waits until she's gone, then leans over the table to gently catch one of Jason's hands in his. His eyes are almost glowing with worried sincerity, "Jason, sweet mortal... you can be intoxicating to us, but I do not want us to sweep you along unwittingly. Is this of your own free will? Do you wish... oh... a command to ask us to stop?"

Jason purses his lips solemnly. It's a valid concern. Diana's one thing, and Phyx had good self control. Still... it would be amusing to have a safeword for a simple backrub, since he's the one at least nominally in control. "The safeword is 'pineapple'." When Remiel looks at him quizzically, he smiles. "I like pineapple, and it's not something I'm likely to say accidentally -- and the oil is not for a lamp. It's for your back." He grins almost impishly. "You go to your room. I'll meet you there." Then, almost shyly, he leans in, giving no more than a small peck onto the angel's lips. That's enough, though. Mmm. It has been a while. "Yeah. I think a backrub is... safer," he murmurs thickly.

Remiel looks a bit surprised, but then smiles. Close up, his gentle glow is almost pettable, and his eyes warm as he brings Jason's hand up to his lips. He murmurs softly, "Mmm, indeed? I look forward to it, then."

Jason groans. Has being with Mike and Diana made him a hedonist? Is he just that randy? Or could it be that Remiel is just far too perfect for him to resist? "You go on and look forward to it," he rumbles, fingers tracing those gorgeous lips. [Go now, before I give in to the impulse to pin you down right here.] Finally Jason brings himself under control, and gets up to find Carrie.




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