Re: Church: Janus/Mason
Janus knew what people wanted too, and there were many iterations of blonde, most of them close to this one. He had more difficulty manufacturing himself as a male, as the males tended to look in variations of the way the original soul had upon death--though, to a one, all healthier. It therefore didn't surprise him that the morningstar had chosen a handsome face, if somewhat careworn and full of old sin.
Janus only smiled at the praise. It was true enough. He started smoking again, taking his time with it in thumb and first finger even though it was burning fast and nearing a stub. He watched the smoke and appreciated being Up Here where one could enjoy this kind of thing.
The question made his slide an eye to the left. "It depends on who I am with," he said, frankly. He tipped his chin back, the stubble dark and the eyes almost as tired as that of the man across the table. "You know, you're the only one who doesn't treat me differently depending how I look. Strange, for an angel."