Adam
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
"Cool. Safrin." Adam nodded, happy that he seemed able to make such easy accquaintances of the Gods here (even if his relationship with Ludo was potentially soured at the moment). It sounded good, felt good, to think of himself as 'Adam, the God Charmer'.
He raised an eyebrow at the mention of Frey, not having met that particular God, but remembering something Amalia had said about sex. "I'll take as many mouthfuls as you want to give, ma'am." Came the reply automatically, flirting second nature to him; a witty quip never far off his tongue. Leaning back, he looked to Amalia for a moment, wondering if she'd be horrified at his casual attitude.
Though the mood got a bit more serious as Safrin asked her question, looking towards Amalia. Adam held his tongue, unsure if this was something better handled by the more experienced disciple.
He raised an eyebrow at the mention of Frey, not having met that particular God, but remembering something Amalia had said about sex. "I'll take as many mouthfuls as you want to give, ma'am." Came the reply automatically, flirting second nature to him; a witty quip never far off his tongue. Leaning back, he looked to Amalia for a moment, wondering if she'd be horrified at his casual attitude.
Though the mood got a bit more serious as Safrin asked her question, looking towards Amalia. Adam held his tongue, unsure if this was something better handled by the more experienced disciple.
Draw a white chalk Baphomet
Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough
And this is what you get
