Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.
Oh God, it's her, run!
Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.
If you don't trust anyone, they can't let you down.
What is the world coming to, when you can't even trust a rogue vicar and her demon lover?
Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.