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(lol aw it's fine, really! XD)
Azrael noticed the look in the woman's eyes, seeing her lick her lips, and the way she spoke to him. Return to his home? It sounded like an invitation, and despite Azrael being interested he still was slightly ambivalent for a few reasons. Glancing towards where Dritz had left, the angel took another moment to hesitate before his eyes returned to the girl.
"Who am I speaking with, may I ask? And if alcohol is included with your company, then I'd happily oblige." Azrael finally said, his expression slightly more 'light', and not as tense as earlier, although it still remained rather casual.
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