[Crowley's smile is disarming, the sight of his earnest yellow eyes even more so. His gaze follows the gesture towards the outside world before returning to Crowley's face. He much prefers to keep his attention on what's happening between them.]
I know what you meant, dear.
[He takes a sip of wine and carefully, as if afraid Crowley might jerk away, places his hand on the demon's knee.]
Yours are the only pair of knickers I'd want to sign.
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Date: 2020-03-09 09:41 pm (UTC)I know what you meant, dear.
[He takes a sip of wine and carefully, as if afraid Crowley might jerk away, places his hand on the demon's knee.]
Yours are the only pair of knickers I'd want to sign.