Nicholas was glad that his food choices seemed to please the angel.  There was something both childlike and erotic about the way that she repeatedly scooped up a little of the pink icing, before licking it off her finger.  Nicholas assumed that the erotic part was unintentional -- as good as Sebastian might be, he couldn’t have corrupted the angel<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>quickly.  Still, unintentional or not, Nicholas definitely enjoyed watching her eat.  “I can bring you something different next time,” he offered.  “Just tell me what you like.”<br/><br/>Her wings fascinated him.  Nicholas had seen hundreds of depictions of angels, on everything from pages in books to stained glass windows in churches.  But none of that really prepared him for actual wings.  The urge to touch them was nearly overwhelming.  Could they possibly be as soft and silky as they looked?  Nicholas wondered what it would be like to be completely enfolded in them, hidden from the world by a feathery veil.  Perhaps that was a little taste of heaven?<br/><br/>Again, the angel’s soft voice coaxed him from Nicholas thoughts.  He’d been hoping she would accept his offer of a bath, if only because it gave him an excuse to spend more time around her.  Smiling, he took a tiny key from his pocket, and slipped it into the collar’s lock.  But before removing the collar, Nicholas addressed the angel.  “You have to promise that you won’t try to escape.”  An angel wouldn’t be able to break a promise, would she?  Surely that was some sort of sin.  “Sebastian has this place filled with magical barriers and traps.  You’d never get out.  He’d just catch you and do something horrible to you as punishment.”<br/><br/>The last part was spoken from experience.  Nicholas wished that there had been someone around to warn him.