I do not cheat, [he says--unconvincingly, because, well, demon--but his eyes drift shut in contentment for a moment as they hold one another. Comfort floods his body as he inhales deeply, filling his lungs with the scents of Crowley's skin and the steam billowing through the room, and he lets himself soak in it for another moment before pulling back, brushing a kiss against one of those perfect cheekbones. He shoots the angel a wry look before he steps into the tub--ah, and the water is the perfect temperature, extremely warm.]
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All right. Bathtub accomplished.