[It takes a moment for Crowley's words -- his offer -- to sink in, and then the angel smiles like sunlight.]
Oh, well... if you insist.
[He takes Crowley's jacket with a gentlemanly flourish and hangs it on the back of the door with his cardigan, then turns and effortlessly scoops Crowley up into his arms, bridal style.]
I do have a bed, as it happens. Shall I take us there? Not a single book upon it, I swear.
[He'll make no promises about the multitude of stacks around it, however.]
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Date: 2020-03-18 11:47 pm (UTC)Oh, well... if you insist.
[He takes Crowley's jacket with a gentlemanly flourish and hangs it on the back of the door with his cardigan, then turns and effortlessly scoops Crowley up into his arms, bridal style.]
I do have a bed, as it happens. Shall I take us there? Not a single book upon it, I swear.
[He'll make no promises about the multitude of stacks around it, however.]