what a strange being you are / private

[Luca]

Luca probably wouldn't be the best person for changing Junji's beliefs. Sure, he had been trying his best to improve himself lately, but 'improved' didn't always mean 'good'. He was definitely better than he used to be, but he was only a fraction less vile than he had been when he had joined. He was starting to feel like it was all for nothing, though. Practising earning what he got instead of just taking it was just tiresome and hard. There were so many years he had to undo, it almost didn't seem to be worth it. After all, it was unlikely that anyone would pay attention to him even if he managed to right himself. Bad behaviour always drew more eyes.

Now wasn't the time for his internal debate, though. He tired his best to focus on the angel in front of him as he responded in a language that Luca couldn't quite place. One of the old ones, he guessed. He tilted his head and blinked curiously, running the words through his head again before being brought back to reality. It sounded a little like the language that the demons spoke, the one they used when they didn't want Luca to listen in. Junji's disposition was friendly though, so Luca assumed that his words were the same. The hellhound flashed a fanged smile, one that only sharpened at the reaction to his complement. He had always been a sucker for the innocent bashful types.

The answer to his question drew a hum from Luca's throat. He was an angel on his father's side as well, or at least he was before his deal. The angelic blood that ran in his veins was as faint as his morals though, only making up an eighth of his genes overall. He was sure that it had been overwritten by now, but the fact that it had been there in the first place was probably what made angel souls compatible with his. There was a brief moment of silence, and Luca was about to break it when the pretty tom did it for him, inquiring about the wound on his arm. The canine glanced at it as if he were seeing it for the first time, blinking twice before glancing up at the sage. "Oh, sure. I have a ton of them though, so if you're keen on treating all of them we'll be here for a while." He shuffled closer anyway despite his warning. Any excuse to get close to someone was good enough for him. "It's awful kind of you to offer," he added softly, lifting his arm and extending the bloody limb towards the sage.