[ Clearly these idiots needed someone with a little more finesse to work on the angel. Ruby's eyes and ears are sharp, and she's as attentively focused on Castiel's reactions as she would be in a fight. She might know exactly how helpless he is right now, but she won't forget that she's dealing with a being far more powerful than she is, and that as long as he's alive he's dangerous. Playing with his is dangerous too, but she's finding it impossible to resist the temptation. Especially since he's predictably not at all prepared for her manipulations.
She recognizes that moan, it only sharpens her smile and the pleased gleam in her eyes, even if she's not sure how much of it is from her body rubbing up against his and how much is from deft fingers sliding through those silky feathers. It's easy enough to find out, as she shifts away from him just enough to tuck away the blade for a moment so she get both of her hands on his right wing, working through those feathers, stroking and even giving them a light ruffle. They're certainly pleasant to the touch, which seems almost stereotypical, even if they're dark instead of the brilliant white that humans tend to picture when talking about angels. She thinks that these are prettier, they remind her more than a little of a raven's feathers.
Those biting words cause her to make a soft noise of disapproval, even though she's heard it before and she'll hear it again, and she's not at all surprised to hear him throwing such accusations at her. Save for the part about Heaven. That's an interesting comment that hints at an answer to her questions. It seems that Castiel had a falling out with his angelic bosses, but why?
It could definitely be relevant. ]
Sam's just too focused on the short term. It's a human thing.
[ Sam is far more than a tool, but that's not where she wants to push the conversation.
She catches the base of one of those glossy feathers in between her fingers and gives it a sharp tug, wondering if they would be any more difficult to yank out than a bird's might be, and curious to see how much that hurts. It should get his attention, at the very least, she's sure. If she has to keep doing this to get him to talk, she can certainly do that. ]
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She recognizes that moan, it only sharpens her smile and the pleased gleam in her eyes, even if she's not sure how much of it is from her body rubbing up against his and how much is from deft fingers sliding through those silky feathers. It's easy enough to find out, as she shifts away from him just enough to tuck away the blade for a moment so she get both of her hands on his right wing, working through those feathers, stroking and even giving them a light ruffle. They're certainly pleasant to the touch, which seems almost stereotypical, even if they're dark instead of the brilliant white that humans tend to picture when talking about angels. She thinks that these are prettier, they remind her more than a little of a raven's feathers.
Those biting words cause her to make a soft noise of disapproval, even though she's heard it before and she'll hear it again, and she's not at all surprised to hear him throwing such accusations at her. Save for the part about Heaven. That's an interesting comment that hints at an answer to her questions. It seems that Castiel had a falling out with his angelic bosses, but why?
It could definitely be relevant. ]
Sam's just too focused on the short term. It's a human thing.
[ Sam is far more than a tool, but that's not where she wants to push the conversation.
She catches the base of one of those glossy feathers in between her fingers and gives it a sharp tug, wondering if they would be any more difficult to yank out than a bird's might be, and curious to see how much that hurts. It should get his attention, at the very least, she's sure. If she has to keep doing this to get him to talk, she can certainly do that. ]
Trouble in paradise then. Do tell.