Paul felt a lazy stirring of arousal as Gabriel described exactly what they could do. Only he could look at theological paintings and use them as inspiration for the bedroom. Those artists would roll in their graves if the knew how they inspired such blasphemy. Paul grinned, always delighted by sacrilidge.<br/><br/>"That is a wonderful idea," Paul murmured, and leaned in to kiss Gabriel's smooth cheek as a reward. The boy didnt share his thoughts often, but when he did they were always so wonderfully deranged, exactly Paul's kind of madness.<br/><br/>But first, breakfast.<br/><br/>"I'll see you in the kitchen then," he said, and pressed another kiss to Gabriel's forehead before vacating the bed.<br/><br/>Paul usually slept in briefs, but ever since Gabriel arrived he's been sleeping in stark nudity. It was easier to remain undressed with the boy around, easier access to such alluring temptation. Paul slipped on a grey cotton robe and his slippers and fetched his phone from its charging station before leaving the bedroom.<br/><br/>The apartment was of a brutalist design. The bedroom was carpeted but the rest was granite stone floors, the walls blocky grey cement, cold and imposing and ominous. It seemed like a fortress, a stark and barren stronghold which made an intriguing contrast to Paul's classical antique furniture and art collection.<br/><br/>The dichotomy of modern utilitarianism and the luxurious excess of past wealth and frivolity was a perfect representation of Paul's mind. The world was an ugly place, rigid and unforgiving, but that made beauty all the more precious and valuable. That made his home something of a eclectic museum, modern paintings, neoclassical statues, baroque furniture, and strange historical pieces from allover the world.<br/><br/>Paul made his way past his 7th century tapestries and ming dynasty vases, down the hall and to the kitchen which was the only place bare of art other than the bathrooms. In the kitchen there was nothing but appliances and floor to ceiling windows, the view of the city skyline unimpeded.<br/><br/>Paul fiddled with the coffee machine as he made his phone call to his assistant, cancelling everything for the day. His valuable time would be dedicated to his angel.