Re: Church: Janus/Mason
Janus' expression went up and down, relaxing as he thought that over. He pictured Michelangelo's angels, which were not quite right, and tried to revise the assumption. Demons were generally what he expected, perhaps interpreted by his understanding, torture and fire, skin and scale. "Ah," he said, nodding now. "It makes sense."
"A soul is a soul," the demon agreed. He dropped the cigarette into his china cup. Janus gazed across the table and his thoughts were not readily available. Maybe the Morningstar could peek at things like thoughts, but not without being capital-N Noticed, so he felt safe enough doing it. Also he suspected that a being like Lucifer probably didn't bother with stuff like that.
The warm kind eyes didn't fool him a tiny bit. "It suits me. I'm small-time, you know that. I like the one-on-one. And I have a bit of history here." He meant being called up, a bit of magic that anyone with an eye in this direction at the time would probably remember.