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"The truth can hurt sometimes. Just like this... fine establishment... is greatly offensive to my senses." Gabriel still didn't look at Lucifer but wrinkled his nose at the scene before him. He leaned over and touched two of the patrons' on their foreheads. "Goodbye to you." He moved to the next pair and did the same to them. "And to you." The four persons unfroze, put down their drinks, and left to make their way to the exit, seemingly unaware of what was happening around them. Finally, Gabriel turned to Lucifer with a smile. "Shall I do you too?"

"If it's so offensive to you, you're more than welcome to leave." Lucifer rolled his eyes when Gabriel made his patrons leave, then glared at his brother with fire in his eyes. "Don't you fucking dare." He hated that Gabriel had the power to send him back to Hell. He wanted nothing more than to punch his brother in the face, but instead he took a deep breath and controlled himself. "Why are you here, Gabriel?"

@savstaroth - Time stopped inside the facility and all the 'customers' and liquids being poured froze. "Brother eww." Gabriel manifested next to Lucifer, looking around with a frown. His whole person lit up the bar around them. "You have really let yourself go, huh? This is disgusting." He whacked Lucifer up the back of his head with the 'wrist joint' of his smoldering wing.

Måns returned the kiss and grinned when he heard the demand. "You're so needy." He allowed Velraen to guide his hand down and closed his fingers around the elf's cock. He stroked him to full hardness and bit his shoulder. Måns preferred being on the bottom, but he didn't mind topping once in a while. He rubbed the tip of Velraen's cock teasingly. "If you want my cock, you better not come. I want you to pound me into the mattress later." He reached for the grease they used for lubrication and scooped up a generous dollop. "On your knees."

It had taken only a moment to have the bath water delivered to their room, and after getting the temperature to his liking, Måns undressed and slipped into the huge tub with a content sigh. The heat soaked into his tired bones and relaxed sore and stiff muscles. He washed away the dirt and grime before leaning back to relax. He realized he had dozed off when the door opened and Velraen finally entered. He yawned widely and sat up, taking note that there was indeed no fresh blood in the elf, nor any new wounds. "Good boy. I am sure it took all you had not to slit their throats." Once the elf had settled in the water, Måns reached for the soap and a coarse washcloth. With an almost loving tenderness, he started to wash the dirt and blood off of Velraen's body. At the same time, he massaged away any knots and tensions he found. Afterwards he coaxed Velraen to sit between his legs and lean back against his chest. He put his arms around him and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. "Do you feel better now?"

Måns noticed the look and raised an eyebrow. "What? I'm eating it." It didn't mean that he had to like it. He knew that he was a bit childish and spoilt, but it was hard not to be when he was used to better. he started shoveling in food at a faster pace, barely chewing before he swallowed. The first few bites had woken his appetite and he was rather hungry. "I hope you mean that we start training tomorrow", he replied with a scowl. "Don't know about you but I'm exhausted. I just want to get a long, hot soak and go to sleep." If Velraen forced him to train today he was guaranteed to fall. He took a few more bites. "Do you think these people have a job for us?"

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"I had it under control. You didn't need to do that," Velraen grumbled into the metal mug and took a swig of the ale. Three troublemakers at the inn had expressed their disdain of Velraen's "kind" - they didn't specify if they meant elves or witchers. His new ward had, to Velraen's surprise, stepped in front of him and told them to fuck off, and stopped the situation to escalate further. "Lucky they didn't kill you." Lucky Velraen didn't kill him. It was embarrassing to have a child do that for you. @savstaroth

Måns scoffed. "Please. They couldn't have killed me if they tried." He gave Velraen a small smile over the rim of his own mug. "You've trained me too well and you know it." Alright, maybe he would've been in a spot of trouble if the three assholes had decided to attack at once, but he knew the type. With enough ice-cold 'I'm gonna fuck you up!'-energy, most men like that would back off. Nobody messed with Måns' witcher. Not on his watch. He drank deep of his own ale and put the mug down. "Besides, you would've had my back. Those three wouldn't have stood a chance against the two of us."

Lucifer enjoyed watching the cardinal squirm. He always found it amusing when his priests were scared of him, as they should. He just sometimes wished that they had a bit more backbone. He raised an eyebrow at being called dude, and his eyes glowed a bit more intensely, but he let it slide this once. "Yes, it's about the ghouls." Lucifer slowly circled Copia as he looked him up and down. "I was surprised when you were chosen as front man for the band, and even more surprised when ghouls chose you when you're just a cardinal. I want to know why." He stopped in front of Copia again and stared at him for a second before he grinned and gave the man a jovial slap on the shoulder. "For Hell's sake, lighten up. You don't have to squirm like that."