Gabriel gave a warm sigh, "At this rate we may never leave this bed. Spending my requiem servicing you would be a worthy requiem." As her perfect lips ran along his statuesc skin, "Yes Talking, that is exactly what we would do." He murmers nuzzling into her perfect golden hair.

As Alice kisses her way up to him he brings his lips to hers. Gabriel's unnecessary breath is warm to the Daeva's lips, but the beautiful Player does not press the perfect pout to the Angel's mouth, "So my dearest French Goddess, the night is still young, and you have found me in an exposed state... what will you do to me..."