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"I can’t believe it."

"Doesn’t matter. Pay up."

Raphael was looking terribly put out, due mostly to the fact that the vast majority of his wallet’s content was now making a new home in Cassiel’s pocket. "I can’t believe it. How did you do it?"

Cassiel smiled. "Secret."

"No, really."

Cassiel sighed. "Fine. Ariel suggested it, actually. He said if I just set up the right circumstances, they would get along. And you must admit, they haven’t broken anything in the last six hours."

"Except that table."

"That was an accident. They got over-enthusiastic."

"Well." Raphael peered into the living room again. "Well, it’s also the whole… Michael. Doing that. With Gabriel." His tone suggested that whatever Michael was doing, he could also do it. And better.

"Gabriel made more of a fuss about it. Felt it was beneath his dignity, but now he’s got the hang of it."

Their wingtips brushed as they both watched the room’s other two occupants. In the room, the sound of heavy breathing, rhythmic thumping, and music continued.

"I thought Ariel and Begnini were the only ones who enjoyed this sort of thing." Raphael stared upwards thoughtfully, noting the shirt that had been flung on the ceiling fan.

Cassiel shrugged. "Whatever does it for you. Ariel told me the other day that Yuri and Azrael even tried it once. But they thought it should only be done in moderation."

Raphael nodded absently. "They’re sweating quite a lot."

"Yes." Cassiel tapped his fingers against the doorjamb. "It’s got some appeal, burns calories like you wouldn’t believe." He gave Raphael a speculative look. "When they’re done, do you think you’d…"

"Me?" Raphael crossed his arms defensively over his chest. "You’re insane."

"Suit yourself."

Inside the room, the music rose to a frenzied climax, as did the motion and breathing of the other two angels. Raphael looked tactfully away as they collapsed. Inside the room, an electronic voice spoke.

"Video unlocked. Save data?"

Raphael sighed. "Just once. And you’re not to tell anyone."

Cassiel inspected his fingernails. "I really am going to be sorry when Ariel takes the dance dance revolution pads back. Perhaps I should just buy some of my own for when they visit." He stretched. "Let’s go, then."