The boy's excitement was contagious.  The angel feeling his cheeks flush as Rusty would turn the magazine this way and that, examining the picture from every angle until he realized he would move the picture with a mere thought.  It was wrong.. Perhaps.. For him to even be there.. Wrong for him to be enjoying the sweet smell of Rusty's hair.  Wrong for her to be getting a thrill from the boy's excitement over such an easy trick.<br/><br/>He could almost imagine what it would be like to sweep the lad off his feet.. Figuratively.. To take him to all those places he had only read about..  The boy turned towards him, that bright smile on his face, seeming about to burst with it.. And it felt, for a moment, like time had stopped.  Like the whole world stood still as green eyes would look down into the boy's.  He had seen that movement, the slight shift of arms, the pause as if the boy thought better of his idea.  Perhaps it was better.. Azreal shouldn't even be here..  The boy wasn't on his list..<br/><br/>Wetting his lips as Rusty would mumble his apology, the angel would reach up, not saying a single word as he would gently brush the boy's hair out of his face, his long, tapered fingers coming to rest at the back of Rusty's head.  Tilting his head back.  The angel leaning into him.  That moment seeming to stretch on before his lips would gently brush against Rusty's.  Barely touching.  Like the wings of a butterfly brushing against a flower, and then gone again.  A slight inward draw of his brows.<br/><br/>“Someone is here..”  His teeth biting into his lip.  It did not feel like one of his angelic comrades, the energy was almost.. spikey.  He wanted to curse.. Though.. That wouldn't be proper.. Of course.. None of this was proper.<br/><br/>“Rusty.. I have.. I have to go.. I will be back, tomorrow..”  His heart pounding, what had he done, what had he started?  Yet he found, that despite everything, that he wouldn't have given up a single moment with the boy.. He would return..<br/><br/>It was as if he had been there one moment, and then simply was not anymore.  Instead he was looking at the infernal being who stood with his cheek pressed rather childishly against the door.  “Belial.”  The name carried power, even as the angel would cross his arms over his chest, his wings fluttering in and out of existence, settling around his shoulders.  He tried to look casual, leaning against the wall as he was, his eyes narrowed.<br/><br/>“You have no business here.”  His voice was tight, perhaps betraying just how agitated he was with the intrusion. “The boy has nothing you want.. I seriously doubt his soul is one on your.. Master's list.."  That derogatory tone as he would watch the demon. "Leave, before you give me reason to make you do so.."