Crowley's grin grows like a sunrise, slowly but bright enough to qualify as blinding. "And you said I was fast."
It's not teasing. It might be admiring, or maybe just happy. It's possible Crowley's never looked this happy before. It's possible he's never been this happy before.
He doesn't stop to analyze it, just leans back, wineglass in hand. "Anytime you like, angel. Anyplace, too. Got a particular area in mind or shall we tour the country at our leisure? I insist we stop by Loch Ness, though."
Crowley was originally responsible for the rumors of the monster in the lake, of course. He likes to stop by every few centuries when he's in the area to rile them up again.
You say this like he should be offended and he just isn't. ;)
It's not teasing. It might be admiring, or maybe just happy. It's possible Crowley's never looked this happy before. It's possible he's never been this happy before.
He doesn't stop to analyze it, just leans back, wineglass in hand. "Anytime you like, angel. Anyplace, too. Got a particular area in mind or shall we tour the country at our leisure? I insist we stop by Loch Ness, though."
Crowley was originally responsible for the rumors of the monster in the lake, of course. He likes to stop by every few centuries when he's in the area to rile them up again.