Lucille's eyes widened as Corv leaned closer to talk to her, his nose only inches from her own.<span style="font-style: italic">"Am I in trouble?"</span>he asked.  Lucille pulled her face back, not quite comfortable with his face in such close proximity to her own.  It caused to pay far too much attention to the details of Corv's face.  She tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, a habit of nerves.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Well, you could say that."</span>After all, having a Guardian appointed to you meant you were in imminent danger and in need of protection.  When Corv winked at her, actually winked!, her cheeks flushed.  Angels rarely flirted, and the few that did were much more subtle about it.  With so little experience in the matter, Lucille couldn't even be sure that he was flirting.  When Corv called to her sister, Lucille inwardly groaned, as if she needed him to draw Laila's full attention to the two of them.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Laila's head swung around at the sound of Corv's voice, her eyes narrowing viciously on her sister across from him.  She had leaned back into her seat, smart of her.  When Corv asked her to tend the bar in her place, she had the urge to hiss at the both of them.  How dare he think she'll serve sloppy drinks to even sloppier drunks!  He walked over to her, and she had every intention of smacking him, until he leaned in and kissed her cheek.  Laila's fury lost some of its umph in the shock, and she ended up only watching him retreat back to her sister and...taking her to THAT room!!!!!!!!!!!  Oh, hell, no!!!<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Lucille stood stiffly at the edge of the room, leaning against the dresser as Corv lounged on the bed.  This felt so wrong.  She had never in her life (which was saying something) been inside a bedroom with a man alone, and it felt very awkward with one she was familiar with.  Corv had never joined in Laila's favorite childhood sport of teasing her, but he was her partner in crime for causing mayhem in the heavens.  Lucille's head snapped up as her gaze flicked to him before quickly looking away.  Sleep together?  Her cheeks reddened, obvious on her pale complexion.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Certainly not!"</span>Lucille tucked her hair behind her ear.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Well, ummmm..."</span>Her gaze finally fell on Corv again as she spoke.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I've been appointed your Guardian."</span><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Laila only caught the last part of Valentine's statement, her mind still fuming over Corv having the gall to take her sister to that fucking private room.  Laila knew what that room was for only because she had used it herself on occasion.  Girl had to get her kicks somehow.  Corv knew it, too because he'd watched her go into that room.  If this was payback for making him jealous, he had just gone waaaaay over the line.  She turned to Valentine, intrigued.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Why would Lucy get a ward that gravitates toward the darker side of life?  That doesn't make sense.  Fallens and Demons are usually appointed those."</span>Her eyes flicked back to the door Corv and her sister had disappeared behind.  What was her sister up to now?  If she didn't know her sister was too pure to engage in something as deliciously dirty as sex, she'd have already barged into that room and dragged her out by that glorious crown of blonde hair of hers.