Uriel had been nagged to visit his older brother, Zech, and Uriel had not been that thrilled to do so. Instead, he had found himself.... distracted by a sweet redhead with a strange appetite for him. Ahh, their encounters were still with him as he knocked upon the door, humming a cheerful tune that lamented his would be nun. All he had to do was just catch a whiff of her scent and he was putty. And he wanted very much to keep wooing her until she decided to be his wife, she was, after all, going to have his child. Of course, mother and father would both be horrified if he married Kitty, but one did not simply rush into wedlock with a woman of a different faith without there being some sort of thought put into the relationship, if one wished to convert to the faith of the lover... It was not exactly an easy choice to make.

Not that he was a man who practiced being a strict Jew, specifically because there were certain food temptations that were far from Kosher, but nobody needed to know he had sampled bacon or ham, that was between him and God, right?

But the writer digresses.

Uriel rapped a few times upon the door, a nice wine tucked neatly under his arm. He wore a slightly too-small suit and bowler hat, and there was the faint little bit of fur at his upper lip as he thought to change his looks to be more masculine. He continued to hum and whistle as he focused on his thoughts of fiery hair and tried not to excite himself in the process.