"- that's really a - of course that's really a thing. Everything is a thing. I suppose demons are frequently told they have too much free time and being from 1802 will not enhance my credibility."

"Of course it's a thing! That's why you keep them in the basement! There's no other good reason to have them in your house at all, if you're a med student you keep them in a lab; if you have them in your house you keep them in the basement out of the way of the house guests."

"- you are checking occasionally that no one's replicated the chips trick in Hell -"

"Yes."

"Anyway, yes, hit me up with volumes two through seven."

"There are no volumes two through seven, you have been cruelly deceived."

"That can't be! Me? Deceived? 2179, said its piece in a single book? Neither of these things have ever happened before."

"It was published in 2154 and if you want supplemental material I can certainly find it but it doesn't have any sequels per se."

"I don't actually want supplemental material, I want you."

"That is a completely different matter then. Quite unconjurable." Kiss.

Kiss. "If there've been books written about you I expect I would find them all terribly disappointing."

"There's probably some speculating about the identity of Revelation?" Wings go around boyfriend.

"That's why it'd be disappointing - I know you better, I know your reasons better, I also know better than anyone except I suppose some people in Limbo what things were like before and can appreciate it properly..."

Kiss.

Kiss. "We're going to do that for so many worlds."

"We have weird pillow talk," observes Cam, and then he kisses Timothy harder.

Mmmmmmmmm.

 "- was going to say 'well there's only so much I can say about how attractive you are' but that's probably not true, could probably go on for a while there, too..."

"One day you will run out of compliments and then where will we be."

"You would have to do another splendid thing. I know you were planning on retirement."

Cam giggles. "I was but then you talked me into accepting a Mars."

"I would've been doing everyone who might live there a disservice if I let you slip away."

What a kissable assertion. Kiss. "So I'm flexible, do you know what you wanna do?"

"I would like you to get undressed and get in bed and make that smug expression and then we can figure things out from there."

He's already not wearing a shirt, which makes this pretty quick. "This smug expression?"

"That is precisely the smug expression." Kiss. 

And they figure things out from there.