Considering the fact you are an archangel and I held the rank of Seraphim if you want me to join you you had better be able to provide something very entertaining.

Seraph's words were chosen carefully, she seemed to still think of herself as an archangel. Whereas Seraph had abandoned his old rank completely and instead preferred Fallen Angel. However as her tongue lightly danced across the head of his cock Seraph suspected that she would be able to provide enough incentives to at least have him join her, for a while at least.

I will offer you this. One chance to entertain me, through whatever means you wish. Succeed and I will join you, fail and I will have to come up with something suitable for wasting my time. Does that sound fair?