Lucas jumped and squeaked at the *angel?* that appeared in his cabin.  "What the fuck?"

Cupid looked around.  "Shit, this isn't an orgy."

Lucas perked up.  "Not yet, but it could be."

Cupid groaned and glared around the room.  "This has to be the worst plot device ever.  As if I'd get lost on the way to an orgy!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever."  Lucas was busy peeling out of his clothes.  "Did you know that when you appear like that the displaced air makes this 'twink' sound?"

Cupid blinked in surprise at Lucas' speed-stripping, and flashed away his pants.  "How ironic."