[ The Archangel doesn't say much about how he would wear Sinistra out if he actually was Iris. He only flashes him a smile that says that he agrees with him. He would let himself go crazy over the other's pheromones -- and not because it would actually drive him that wild but simply to be cruel. ]

I remember them. [ He commiserates with him as he moves his fingers in and out of him. His breath catches at feeling him just around his fingers, but he carries on with their intimate chat. ] I can't say I appreciate the quiet. It leaves me alone with my thoughts. But we already discussed them, haven't we?

[ His free hand wraps around Sinistra's arousal, gently stroking him and pausing occasionally to lazily rub his thumb against the tip. ] Sleep is rather overrated. I can't say that I really slept in the Neuro Tower, either. I suppose that makes us very similar... not having to eat, drink, sleep.

[ He smiles. ] We could only ever wait for him to give our life meaning.