"I didn't exactly choose to come back, although I do seem to be making a habit of it."
His eyes flicked down the corridor, looking for the aforementioned guard. The guard wasn't in sight, but Molly had a feeling he was still nearby anyway. He turned his attention back to Crowley.
"Oh, I like you. I like you a lot." The lilt of his frankly mediocre Irish accent strengthed with his delight over his newfound partner-in-crime. "Back in a flash, friend."
Molly strolled down the hallway until he found the guard with the ring of keys on his belt. This was way more up his alley than picking locks. He leaned against the wall by the guard and gave him a flirtatious smile.
"I seem to have gotten turned around," he said to the guard. "I didn't exactly intend on coming down here." And he faked a chuckle of embarrassment. "Now, you look like a man who knows his way around. A friend of mine arrived with me. She looks a like me, but blue. Her name is Jester. I'm afraid if I got wandering through the castle looking for her, we'll just end up going in circles and missing each other. Do you think you can find her for me?" The guard hesitated, tried to insist that he could guide Molly through the castle until they found his friend. "I bet you could be the head warden here. You're very clever. I'm sure finding my friend and meeting me by the stairs would be an absolute breeze for you." The guard finally caved and Molly patted him on the hip as the guard walked by. "There's a good lad. Thank you!"
Once the guard had disappeared up the staircase, Molly returned to Crowley's cell, twirling the ring of keys around his finger.
"That was too easy. I almost feel bad." He tried several keys in the lock until he found the right one. The padlock came off and he pulled the door open. "After you, my good sir."
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His eyes flicked down the corridor, looking for the aforementioned guard. The guard wasn't in sight, but Molly had a feeling he was still nearby anyway. He turned his attention back to Crowley.
"Oh, I like you. I like you a lot." The lilt of his frankly mediocre Irish accent strengthed with his delight over his newfound partner-in-crime. "Back in a flash, friend."
Molly strolled down the hallway until he found the guard with the ring of keys on his belt. This was way more up his alley than picking locks. He leaned against the wall by the guard and gave him a flirtatious smile.
"I seem to have gotten turned around," he said to the guard. "I didn't exactly intend on coming down here." And he faked a chuckle of embarrassment. "Now, you look like a man who knows his way around. A friend of mine arrived with me. She looks a like me, but blue. Her name is Jester. I'm afraid if I got wandering through the castle looking for her, we'll just end up going in circles and missing each other. Do you think you can find her for me?" The guard hesitated, tried to insist that he could guide Molly through the castle until they found his friend. "I bet you could be the head warden here. You're very clever. I'm sure finding my friend and meeting me by the stairs would be an absolute breeze for you." The guard finally caved and Molly patted him on the hip as the guard walked by. "There's a good lad. Thank you!"
Once the guard had disappeared up the staircase, Molly returned to Crowley's cell, twirling the ring of keys around his finger.
"That was too easy. I almost feel bad." He tried several keys in the lock until he found the right one. The padlock came off and he pulled the door open. "After you, my good sir."