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There was a sound of footsteps just outside the chapel and a short figure stepped into view. Lawrence didn't mind haunted house duty, most of the time nothing at all happened and it was simply several hours spent in almost meditative peace in the quiet decay of the ancient building.

He favoured the chapel most when the house deigned to allow him to find the pathways that led to it, but never in all his visits, had it been inhabited.

A very faint little smile played on his features as he took in what had to be a demon, the claws, the long swooping horns, everything about it perfect as if from the pages of one of his books. Far more homely than Rodney's tattoos though, and possibly far more dangerous.

"Hello." he said. "Lost?"

At the mention of the Organisation Lawrence raised a brow very slightly in confusion. It took him a moment to realise what the demon was referring to. "Deus?" he said, sounding almost bored by the idea. "I don't admire them, they kidnapped me. I stay because they or the horsemen will kill me if I do not." He rolled his eyes. "And violence is for other people. Not me. I don't get my hand dirty." And the strange turn of phrase only drew attention to the fact that he did indeed only have one hand.

"It's respectable only in that it keeps the more energetic people occupied with busy work and me safe. I prefer what little violence I indulge in to be both elegant and personal."

"I am to assume you aren't here to cause trouble?" he said. "The wording of my assignment here is as flexible as it is vague."

"They do think rather highly of themselves." he said. "But what else could one expect of an organisation led by an egotistical lunatic?" he shook his head haughtily. "And oh heavens no, absolutely not. I would hate fighting in here, every time I've been forced to it has always ended on getting dust in all my clothing, this sort of white does not stay truly brilliant on its own frankly, and it's harder now than it was given that my very diligent boyfriend has abandoned me over disagreements with my husband."

He couldn't help the irritation that bled into his tone at the recollection. "If only I could have a butler, the island is positively inhumane in its conditions. I imagine even with all the..." he waved his hand vaguely. "..animals that Halloween has a much more tolerable standard of living."

"Other than yourself, I haven't seen anyone since I arrived, single or otherwise, and it is frankly a mercy."

"Where are my manners? Lawrence." he said, in a polite half bow.

"No." Lawrence said with a little sigh. "But he might as well have been. Could clean anything at all." He did look a little surprised at the idea of a demon being betrothed, but of course they would be, they were as much nobility in their behaviour as many wealthy humans still were if not even more so.

Lawrence saw no issue with standing with an air of ownership in the aisle of the chapel, radiating a sort of iron confidence which ran at odds with the friendliness he addressed Barth with.

"It wasn't my idea to only propose to one of them." he said. "Long and complicated tangle of issues but I had fully been intending on living with both of them and marrying both of them if that was what it took." he clenched his hand in a slow movement.

"One of them is very religious however and had very intense and rigid feelings about monogamy. It is absolutely not my thing. I prefer to go wherever my whims take me regardless of shape, gender or any other mitigating factor. So poor Melvin was ousted by Rodney and here I am, trapped by a ring."

"There have already been indiscretions." Lawrence said with an edge of irritation. "He is a very lovely person, an excellent and cultured partner, carves angels, very moral. I am simply used to being able to do as I please, tasting every sin of the flesh which tickled my fancy. It was always so exciting to see who took one up on it when it was placed on the table. But no, if I do that now he will leave as well and then I'll have no wages and no outlet for my natural human urges."

"Monogamy is a trial. It's all nice enough when you are with them but it's when you aren't and a bit of fun comes sniffing about.... At present it is a tug of war between being oath bound and my own self interest which is frankly taxing. It is why these walks are such a relief." he shook his head. "Your situation sounds far simpler, I'd be quite happy if whoever I indulged with was ultimately eaten, it would be much more tidy, none of those awkward call backs later on."

"Rodney believes wholeheartedly with every fragment of his being that monogamy should be absolute, that sex means that you are part of that other individual and that as well as being possible singular devotion is mandatory. "

With an air of grieving despair he looked up at the broken stained glass window.

Lawrence gave Barth a vaguely sympathetic sort of look. "Sometimes they have so much energy. Rodney certainly has no end of energy, nor did Melvin, I expect that if things had gone how I had hoped I would have been in much the same position, mind being willing but the flesh being weak. It never did get that far though, thanks to both of them being stubborn and in complete defiance of all my wishes."

He shook his head with a sigh. "I didn't want to lose what I had, I am less concerned about dissapointing them, though I seem to relentlessly do so regardless of whatever choices I make. I think that perhaps Rodney made a mistake, someone as fragile and religious as him probably should have opted for a similar sort of person."

"It sounds to me like you chose an exponentially troublesome solution. Adding more energy to the mix is just going to leave you with more emotional debt."

Lawrence looked a little scandalised at the concept of liking one of his partners best. "That's a bit of an extreme way to put it." He said. "There was no clarity of choice merely circumstance. I told Rodney the monogamous one that I couldn't do it and we were merely friends. Then one day I rescued him, he was grateful and well, that was that. He won't move on if I leave him and it was my error so I owe him nothing less than an oath I suppose."

He seemed somewhat pained about the idea if discarding anything also. "Your friend sounds a little more like Rodney. I mean, I can understand the master lifestyle certainly and very few wholly committed servants want a diverted master." He shrugged. " Though they don't get to choose that do they? Being servants and all. Sounds like your friend is always going to run into trouble if he thinks he knows best about what is good for him while also wanting to serve."

"My life would be far easier if I had servants instead of partners."