<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146769.msg6644548#msg6644548">Quote from: kingmaster1 on 24-07-2012, 17:25:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Marcus couldn't help but smirk, "You only have one man and then swore off of them? I can't believe I'm that good", he said pretending to be impressed with himself. "It's not my fault the big man doesn't like it when his kids sleep with bad boys", he said shrugging and leaning back in his chair. "Not like doing it again can hurt you any more", he didn't dare get any closer to her since she could easily stab him with something.<br/><br/>He felt the spitball hit his forehead and watched as it burnt away almost immediately. He lifted a finger in the direction of the construct and let a small shot of fire go over and melt her straw entirely. "So, are you into necrophelia then?", he said raising an eyebrow to her. "Or what do constructs count as now? The bolts on everyone in your sketchbook was a dead give away, just like you used to put an aura of fire around all of them when we happened to be together", he said as he propped his head on his hand.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I swear to... Him... that you had NOTHING to do with my fall... I'm not fallen anyway, limbo... purgatory... whatever. And I never really liked males... I felt sorry for you... of course THAT ship sailed long ago." She scowls, a minor pestilence igniting like an aura around her body, a caustic diseased thing. "And I'd never expect a fallen one to look into anything deeper than food, sex or generally fucking up mortals... I KNOW what you did in Germany while I was in New Orleans..." she glowers, her pestilence getting stronger the more irate she becomes, her grey eyes flashing. "Everything you touch turns to ash eventually... I'm just laying bets on when."