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Eyeing the few people already sat around the pool and deciding that they seemed nice enough not to worry about too much, the demon finally took his seat beside Ivan, after laying his own towel out. As nice as everyone seemed to be, keeping to their own business, he couldn't really forget where they were, and just how religiously-minded most tourists would be to travel to Vatican City. Two men relaxing by the pool together was bound to receive a few glances, but as long as it was just kept at that, there wasn't going to be an issue. Not that Azaiah was going to hold back from kissing Ivan or holding his hand, not at all - he just wanted everyone to mind their own business and not say anything, that was all.
"Pretty nice, isn't it? I mean, this is what I consider a holiday to be. Just relaxing by the pool, topping up on my tan, ordering some cocktail and fried food. I don't think you should lift a finger on vacation-- and I don't really want you to stress or strain yourself, alright? Just lay back and call over some poolside waiter if you want a drink."
"Pretty nice, isn't it? I mean, this is what I consider a holiday to be. Just relaxing by the pool, topping up on my tan, ordering some cocktail and fried food. I don't think you should lift a finger on vacation-- and I don't really want you to stress or strain yourself, alright? Just lay back and call over some poolside waiter if you want a drink."