Clocktower Encounter

"How about this one?" Rav said excitedly, holding up a soft mauve jumper.

"Too gaudy."

"What about this?"

"Too…slutty?" Ezra frowned, looking at the sheer top. 

"Didn't think that would bother you," Rav quipped. "It's for your boy, after all."

"Oh, he'd look hot in that," Ezra smirked. "But I doubt he'd ever wear it."

"We ARE talking about the same person, right? Who just casually spent yesterday morning walking around, sans-pants?"

Ezra scratched his chin. "Alright, maybe a little slutty would be okay."

Rav grinned, flicking his tail lazily. "It's lonely up on the mountain, you know. Some of us don't get gorgeous Nephilim falling from the heavens into our laps." He sighed theatrically. "Can you blame me for wanting a little eye candy?"

Ezra groaned, swiping the sheer top out of Rav's hands before he could add it to the pile. 

"Not that one. You really are something else, you know that?"