Pestilence scooted himself further on the stool, closer to Angela. "I would forgive you anything, darling," he said, and the sleaze practically flowed off of him. But he couldn't help that. His sleaze factor increased when he was inebriated.

"Angela and Albin sound like two characters from a romance novel, don't you think? In this case that's particularily fitting. I may not be dark, but I'm tall and handsome, right? Two out of three isn't bad. And you could be my angelic lover, pure and virginal. What do you say, *mia angela?* Fancy finding out how this romance novel ends?"