“You found your pants.” I looked down at the supple leather hide that hugged my legs. “Most men would be disappointed, but you seem quite pleased.” Since his mouth was hidden by the cup, I watched his eyes for a reaction. The corners crinkled slightly, but perhaps that was because Mimi and I favored bitter beans, and the archangel found them too tart. He drained his cup, though. “Might be because most men are after your body, and I’m after your soul.”
