AU Randomness.: )

Rasputin leaned back in the chair, rolling two glass eyes around in the palm of his hand idly as he argued with the air in front of him. "Look, boy, I don't care if you DID know Shakespeare---"
Ariel carried a circular flask with a long nozzle down the hall.
"Rasputin..." he addressed the man. "What...bickering over the scribe's sexuality?"
"Eh? Of course not! His PANTS, dear boy, his PANTS!" Rasputin grinned.