Ward. Satan. The rosary choker. The cross he liked to wear. His prudish, delicate nature. Hell, the<i>Bible</i>study.<br/><br/>The little things began to add up, pieces sliding into place, faster and faster, until his mind was whirring like a Kawasaki Ninja gunning down an empty highway, like a thousand-piece puzzle clicking and interlocking. Normally Adri considered himself an intelligent daemon, one usually on the ball. Right now though, he was feeling more than a little foolish.<br/><br/><i>Fucking hell. </i>His roommate was a damned (well, not quite 'damned' actually, Adri bit back a snort) angel.<br/><br/>Without even a second thought, he knew what he had to do. "Ward? What are you talking about?" He asked, puzzlement making his brow furrow. "Screwing what up?"