I Like Long Walks on the Beach

When the kiss broke Mal would stay on top of Eli, resting his head in her neck. This made him happy, being close to her, being with her, this was all he wanted in the world and more.

Mal would chuckl slightly, not lifting her head from it's spot. "I can do you one better. I've never read any of his books. No reason other than the fact that they've sounded boring to me."

Mal would move off her, opting to lay next to Eli, and look at her. "I see, glad I stayed away then. It's interesting how books can be written while drunk, like The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was just a collection of stories that were thought of while he was hammered in a field looking at the sky at night."

"Well." Taking a pause to clear his throat. "Many artists have pain, drinking distracts from that pain, and they can express it through their media."

He'd laugh a bit at her touched theory. "Maybe, but I don't think so. Imagination is a marvelous thing, so many humans have been able to create beautiful things, through so many ways, it's unlikely they're all touched." As he said this he'd start creating five gems of various size and shape, that would change color as they floated above them.

He'd let the gems just hang there, changing colors through the rainbow, with a chuckle Mal would say, "So says the demoness from biblical tales."

"Of course not my dear, are you talking about all humans, or just us 'touched' humans?" He wasn't sure if that was directed to which group she was referring to.