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"And risk setting fire to myself? Aren't you a demanding one?" Lucas's grin was audible, luckily, and the Ascended put down his book and rose to his feet. Moments later a blond head would appear, a match held up which he used to light a few candles on the table. "Better, snowflake?" He laughed, arching an eyebrow at Adam and not bothering to hide his judgement: worse for wear and drunk. "Take a seat," he invited, making it sound like a demand somehow. "Did you end up getting where you needed to go, in the end?" He already knew the answer, as evidenced by Adam's still being here. But he wanted to hear it from the man himself. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk