[He doesn't ask what a Bordeaux is. He just smiles in that thin-lipped, roguish way of his and lifts his own glass in a toast while she knocks back hers. Like he told her, he's never been a wine guy.]

Remind me to ask what your beef is with Little Eden sometime. [There's a hint of a laugh on the edge of his voice. Considering how easy she fell into his company, he's not all that surprised to hear she's not a fan.

Heaven has a way of sucking all the fun out of everything it touches.

Except her. Elizabeth, too. He's been running into angels that defy his expectations all over the place, lately.]

We had some of that in the Commonwealth. Old historical sites butted right up against skyscrapers. Well, the ones that were still standing, at least. Made things interesting.

[And often deadly. All those little nooks and crannies people like him could disappear into. Or lie in wait in.]

So... why leave Mnemosyne? The way you describe it, it sounds a damn sight better than this shithole.