Yeah, well. Unlike my dickhead brother, I'm not interested in getting jacked off by some buff, oiled-up incubus with a meth problem and a daddy kink.

[Dee says with both eyebrows raised, still staring at him with contempt in her bright, blue gaze. Her aggravation simmers gently; she's beginning to wonder what Heaven's stance on banging is because back in the living world, most religious people would get their panties in a twist over people merely holding hands without getting hitched first.

Fuck.]

I'm just looking for a normal massage by some pretty angel who'll shower me with a dozen compliments and treat me like the classy lady I am. Okay? Is that okay with you?