"What's wrong with my shirts? Not colourful enough for you, love? I suppose compared to you there are dull. I might be coerced into going clothes shopping with you."

Coerced? He'd love it. Of course Balthazar did enjoy his rather subdued colour scheme compared to Jack's. The man was a walking Crayola set. Or, rather, a Crayola set on wheels that exploded. Either way, the angel never stopped enjoying his lover's cravings for all things bright.

"You always did have a knack with that tongue of yours."

Another kiss to Jack's cheek and the angel was now walking down the end of the bar, pulling out a bag and walking back towards Jack. Passing the bag, he smiled warmly.

"I was out shopping the other day and I saw these and thought of you."

When Jack delves into the bag he'll find some different coloured scarves. One patterned pink. and another which was an oriental looking scarf.