[Astaroth isn't going to return his look, at least not yet, but one of his arms automatically wraps around the angel — to support him, of course — when he grabs his shoulder. He's hardly sober himself, but he still has the presence of mind to keep looking out for his minders as he leads the way back to his bedroom.
He doesn't pull away from Uriel until they're both there, and when he does, it's to flop back onto his bed with a heavy sigh. Even as intoxicated as he is, the gravity of this situation isn't entirely escaping him.]
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He doesn't pull away from Uriel until they're both there, and when he does, it's to flop back onto his bed with a heavy sigh. Even as intoxicated as he is, the gravity of this situation isn't entirely escaping him.]
This is fucked up.