"The best? Didn't you get to meet the Jesus?" He nips one of his fingertips, smirking like the brat that he is. If a day goes by where he doesn't make some kind of joke about how long Ganymede has lived, take his temperature, he's probably sick. Ash won't argue that he isn't a very good man, but he doesn't think you can kill as many people as he has and still be good. Passable, sure. He just knows he has done a lot of things that most people would find unforgiveable. "I can be the best monster you've ever known."

Ash doesn't feel bad about the use of that word. Monster. He is one. Proud to be one.

"What name did you go by then?" He dipped his head so he could brush his lips against the soft skin of his neck. "Think you should read them to me in the language you wrote them in." Couldn't think of a better way to relax then listening to the sultry lilt pf his husbands voice as he read to him.

"I can't take credit for any improvements she's made. That's all you. We should get out there again now that the weather is warming up."