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Cass is missing his clothes up there because Fran’s fetishwear design needs a complete makeover,
and as you can tell by the filligree on that headpiece, I’m going to be there a while.
1.
“It’s ‘Balthazar,’ by the way,“ he calls out, his determination to have the last word getting the better of him.
The obstinate viera deigns to pause and glance back. He almost looks amused.
“I know,” he says. “I’ve seen your wanted poster.”
Balthazar crosses his arms.
“Then you know what I’m worth.”
His hand on the door, the viera stops again, arching an eyebrow. “A life sentence?”
“A riveting escape,” Balthazar answers, cocking his head with a smirk. “You may put on a good show, but it’s all for naught if you can’t make an exit.”
The viera’s smile fades back into irritation as he turns away.
“That’s of no value to me,” he says, stepping into the hall. “I have yet to be caught.”
But he pauses one last time before Balthazar can respond.
“And it’s ‘Castiel’.”
