Crowley's relaxed somewhat by this point, enough to exchange banter the way they always do, though nowadays his teasing has a more obviously affectionate edge. But he stays tense, however he tries to ignore it, and distracted, however he tries to hide it.
He has at least lost the glasses by now, however--they never survive drinking in the bookshop--so the way his eyebrows lift halfway off his head is more obvious than it would've been earlier. Along with the way he sputters into his wineglass. "Everyone...? Oh, wait, gavotte, yeah..." He forgot for a moment that it wasn't a euphamism, and takes another drink while recovering. "Quite the sight how, exactly?"
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Date: 2020-03-14 12:01 am (UTC)He has at least lost the glasses by now, however--they never survive drinking in the bookshop--so the way his eyebrows lift halfway off his head is more obvious than it would've been earlier. Along with the way he sputters into his wineglass. "Everyone...? Oh, wait, gavotte, yeah..." He forgot for a moment that it wasn't a euphamism, and takes another drink while recovering. "Quite the sight how, exactly?"