"Oh, yes," he says. "Plenty." he smiles, sweetly. "But you're very kind, Wei-gongzi." Not very often did people praise him anymore, nor did they have any reason to. Crowley, of course, being a recent exception.

But he'd always liked the feeling, being such a strange angel as himself. It gave him such satisfaction.

"But I do hope you like the cakes. Let me know how your dear husband-to-be finds them?"