Due to the fact that I am really fucking bored, I'm now holding office hours. Come by to chat if you have a question about class, your homework assignment, or if you're just really fucking bored, too.
Stephen had not assumed Crowley himself would care about it. The ilk of Mal Reynolds, though, would be another story. "Consolation though it may be, there are those who do care, and I'd just as soon avoid the necessity of ... dealing with that problem." It might sound like cowardice, and let that be the case if so; better that than to spell out exactly what he was trying to avoid doing. "The names you mention, unless I mistake my guess, are those of principalities we've not seen here, and we do have angels enough." Tone carefully neutral, there. "I believe I know a suitable place where this geranium may be moved and suffer less, ah, mental trauma. A good day to you, Professor."
"I'm not in the habit of sharing the details of my student's personal lives, Mr. Maturin." Except to Aziraphale, who was amused and would never tell anyone else, and occasionally Remus, who usually knew anyway. "Ciao."
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