The sound, the muffled sound of a rich chuckle echoed through the second level of the museum. Roe was sitting on a bench, curled over, Tegan standing in front of him trying not to look out of place. He held his sides, as he tried to breath, his human form failing him as his mind continued to replay the picture.<br/><br/>He and Tegan had been in the museum for 45 minutes, traveling through the exhibits as she showed him around the place. She had to elbow him a few times as he had reminisced aloud about certain times, and the real uses for several items on display. For the most part he had been behaved, a mischievous glint in his eyes, but no real  display of illegal behavior.<br/><br/>Then they went into the section of art from the Renaissance, and Roe's grin slowly turned into a full blown smile, then laughter. While other patrons looked at the works of master Roe could not stop himself from laughing at the depiction of the angelic host. His comments grew more bawdy and Tegan had been forced to grab him by the hand and pull him into an empty hallway before his comments grew too indecent.<br/><br/><em>No wonder the angels don't want to come to Earth, if I were perceived as a bare assed babe with wings and rosy cheeks I wouldn't want to come here either.</em><br/><br/>he was able to manage as he caught his breath.<br/><em><br/>People do not realize that the perception of faith colours faith. Those who believe that the angelic look as such and tried to summon them would actually get that as their avatar. God I am glad you wanted me as I am, I rather think I look good but....</em><br/><br/>He looked back to the room with the art and began to snicker again, it was obvious that he was not going to be able to go back in there any time soon. The opportunity to poke fun at the host was far to great.