63: Cold Embrace
He had a few rules about angels in the house. This, he felt, was perfectly fair given that it was his house and he really had plenty to deal with in regards to keeping it in order without semi-celestial beings just winging their way by whenever they so pleased. They tended to be a stiff group as it was, as though the human winding its way through their bloodline was something to fight against with pious tones and desperate good deeds, so the rules were as much for the sake of his personal (and debatable) sanity as for the state of his furniture. And they weren't particularly demanding rules in any case; he deemed them perfectly sensible. Kindly keep your voice down when raving about the forces of Hell - he'd already had the police called around twice this year alone - and be careful where you flash the wings, some of those things are delicate. Just common sense rules, really.
(There was only one rule for demons: no.)
The prickles started up again as he strolled towards his desti