“That was great!” he gushed.
“I’m glad.”
“And this couch ain’t so bad, neither. This really is Paradise, huh?”
Bartholomew fluffed his wings and brushed the mop of curls out of his eyes and behind one ear. He stood before Hubert in his near-naked glory with his hands on his hips and said, “If I do my job right, it’s gonna make Paradise look like a bad neighborhood.”