More puzzled than annoyed at the unexpected intruder into his inner sanctum of order, he asked "What is that doing there?"Donna's look followed his fi...ger to the colourful monstrosity, "Oh," she said smiling, "I bought them as a thank you for giving me this opportunity, and I thought they'd brighten the place up a bit. I love flowers, don't you? Mum always has fresh flowers at home."Grey watched her face as she spoke silently. Under his steady gaze her words ground to a halt before she. It hell sure and almost certainly does. In all likelihood that is. I am an Incubus. And I am sickly and languid and anemic and under-strength carnally and sexually. True. I do wine and dine the typical and habitual way that natural human beings do, but it is only through sexual bits and pieces and kits that my fleshly and immaterial hungriness and ravenousness is wholly and every inch pleased and satisfied.Our romantic and date nights and days with Ragnhild are cracking and pearler. I am the. Liz gave a tired smile stroking her wedding ring with her thumb showing it to him." No thanks," she said sweetly," I've got all the company I need back home." The man grunted again as if in disbelief. He turned and sat back down shaking his head confused that she could possibly turn such an offer down. Two failed deals in space of five minutes, he definitely was loosing his touch.As she stood to leave Pa Angel gave her a nod and smile. He'd seen a few guys try their luck with her but always. I had heard rumors that Rod was fucking Goody and that Dot was her best friend and that Rod had fucked Dot too. Rod was a shy person and not one to discuss such things; I learned later that the girls had told him they would cut him off if he didn’t keep his mouth shut. As it turned out it was Dot and Goody who, after a few glasses of wine, joked openly about how they had ravished poor Rod one night. As the evening wore on, we drank more wine and danced to juke box tunes. I danced with Dot.