Samuel slid the bookmark in place. He'd read the bible three times already, and he would read it a hundred and never get bored. In fact he used to read it quite a lot before he'd been imprisoned. It was an exact preaching of the Father's word, but it helped humans, and there were a lot of things that were very true and those bits he read more than others. He set it aside. "I would be happy to sing from the back, really," he said, blushing just a tad. He knew he sang beautifully. A lot of angels could. And there was also power in an angel's song, to uplift the spirit and bring peace and tranquility to an area. He didn't want to draw attention to himself.<br/><br/>"Oh, of course. I know. I just...It's a lot sometimes. So many new things, from appliances to technology. Computers! Human's have advanced so far in this world, so quickly. It's overwhelming." His face went beat red, and it only deepened when Milo touched his wings. He bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted Milo to touch him more, and perhaps in ways that weren't entirely appropriate. He wasn't sure if it was wrong, or right. Sam held such an attraction to the other angel, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was only there because Milo had saved him. So he stole what moments he could, like a thief. He enjoyed the glancing touches and savored Milo's praises. "I don't feel like I am, sometimes," he said softly, a wing coming around. "I don't know that they'll ever be white again. Though really I don't understand why color has to be the only sign of an angel's dedication to their Father and to doing good." Oh he was rambling again, and he ducked his head.