“Ryon posed the question in all their minds -what the fuck is he? The love child of Criss Angel and Adam Lambert? Jaxon tossed back.His friend gave a soft snort that might've been a laugh. With a little Nikki Sixx thrown in, sure.”
“This question is posed to mayself, am I a man who thinks he's an angel? Or an angel who thinks he's a man?”
“It could have been possible to put a little more fuck you into his tone, but some of it might've slopped out the sides.”
“Are you related to Criss Angel? Because you look like an angel.”
“What do you hope for that you haven’t got? What can that child give you?’ There was a little silence. ‘A virgin audience for my riddles, I believe,’ said Lymond thoughtfully, at length. ‘But it certainly poses an ungallant question.”
“The phone beeped - M fine but these two guys R on me like cougars on Adam Lambert.”