As though Crowley has ever minded anything being too fast. Anything. Ever. He just looks amazed, with a slow, wondering smile gradually growing on his face.
"Tomorrow morning?" he offers. "Could go right now, but there's this meal to finish. And it's dark. Not that that's a problem, just, you'll probably want to see the scenery. Once we're up there and there's scenery worth looking at." He pretends to reconsider, that smile turning into more of a smirk. "Then again maybe we should start off after dessert after all, London's not much to look at by daylight anyway."
Crowley, in contrast, does not give a blessing if he looks overeager or forward. He's both, always has been. And for the first time since the '70s, it seems that's...okay.
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He has no idea what you're talking about, and oh look, a distraction.
Date: 2019-10-17 03:42 pm (UTC)"Tomorrow morning?" he offers. "Could go right now, but there's this meal to finish. And it's dark. Not that that's a problem, just, you'll probably want to see the scenery. Once we're up there and there's scenery worth looking at." He pretends to reconsider, that smile turning into more of a smirk. "Then again maybe we should start off after dessert after all, London's not much to look at by daylight anyway."
Crowley, in contrast, does not give a blessing if he looks overeager or forward. He's both, always has been. And for the first time since the '70s, it seems that's...okay.