“I don't like the taste it leaves in my mouth. ... Besides, OJ tastes better.Is that supposed to be a pun? If so, I'm telling on you.”

“So,” she giggled. “When will Damon’s wingscome in?”Damon fl ushed and sat beside her, completely embarrassed.Dean cracked an amused smile and glanced at his son.“Damon’s a bit of a late bloomer,” he explained. “His wings’llbe coming in any time now.”“Father…” Damon whined.”

“No, you wont,” Sarah grinned. “That means you’d have toactually see him partially naked, and you’d vomit before youcould fi nish the job.”“True,” Travia amended.“Hey!”“Um, can we stop talking about my little brother’s ballsand shit?” Eiríkr asked with a disgusted grin.”

“Are we witnessing a mating?”“Mm-hmm.”Brilliant.This is awkward.Could be worse.How so?They could be having sex.”

“You’re rich enough to sustain two houses.”“Of course I’m rich enough,” Lucifer replied dryly. “I’vebeen alive for nearly four thousand years. There would beserious problems if I wasn’t well off enough to save this idioticAmerican government six times over.”

“My mouth tastes like bad decisions.”

“It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.”