Gabriel sat a bit more stiffly in his seat as Crowley moved closer. He'd been expecting the demon to be angry, of course, but it wasn't always easy to stay passive in the matter. Crowley had, after all, spent six thousand years learning just what he could say that would burrow deepest under one's skin, that would sting the most.
The angel had, in fact, considered discussing the matter with Crowley, but only after his first plane had taken off: It didn't seem the most tactful thing to admit now that, as he'd watched Heathrow recede into a small blotch beneath him, confident that Crowley was somewhere nearby, he'd quickly decided that the demon would only have been argumentative and unpleasant about the issue. So far, he was seeing no evidence to the contrary.
"They don't know you're following me, serpent," he said; and though his own confidence in this statement wavered, there was a hardness to his previously not-quite-amiable tone that spoke otherwise. "They don't know where he's gone, and they don't know what my orders are, so there's nothing to suggest we're not simply each tracking him independently. I very much doubt that three days of you lagging along behind me has given away anything about 'the two of us,' and really, I don't see how this could make you look any more unfit than not leaving Lower Tadfield at all."
He settled more easily into his seat, as though speaking the words aloud had made them somewhat more tangible, boosting his shaky confidence. "But by all means, demon, tell me," he added, his tone more cordial if still somewhat dry, "what was your plan?"
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Date: 2007-07-23 08:11 am (UTC)The angel had, in fact, considered discussing the matter with Crowley, but only after his first plane had taken off: It didn't seem the most tactful thing to admit now that, as he'd watched Heathrow recede into a small blotch beneath him, confident that Crowley was somewhere nearby, he'd quickly decided that the demon would only have been argumentative and unpleasant about the issue. So far, he was seeing no evidence to the contrary.
"They don't know you're following me, serpent," he said; and though his own confidence in this statement wavered, there was a hardness to his previously not-quite-amiable tone that spoke otherwise. "They don't know where he's gone, and they don't know what my orders are, so there's nothing to suggest we're not simply each tracking him independently. I very much doubt that three days of you lagging along behind me has given away anything about 'the two of us,' and really, I don't see how this could make you look any more unfit than not leaving Lower Tadfield at all."
He settled more easily into his seat, as though speaking the words aloud had made them somewhat more tangible, boosting his shaky confidence. "But by all means, demon, tell me," he added, his tone more cordial if still somewhat dry, "what was your plan?"