Damn. "You'd be surprised," Cesare deadpans, trying to shove away the glass without spill, "how firm madonna's grasp on theology is." Hah. He's got the wrist now, stroking Alex's pulse with a thumb while manoeuvering the hand to somewhere a little safer.

"God doesn't seem too concerned with my bodily functions, you know?" Soft laugh, trying to lick Alex's mouth. "I can't possibly imagine He'd much care for the sounds of my completion. Then again, in the olden days, He favoured Abel's sacrifice, not Cain's, so who knows." He nudges his trapped knee a little higher. "You're really very obsessed with Donna Isabel. You should try and meet her."