It always pays to be specific, my sweet paragon of virtue. [It's playful, a tease and an endearment, and within moments he's reached up to pull off his own tie so Crowley can have better access to his collar buttons. The sweater vest is still a problem, though, so he has to pull back to tug it off over his own head.] I do wish you would let me bite him once in a while, though. Just a little nip to discourage future cat-coloring.