Aziraphale watches him, entirely missing that faint moment of uncertainty in Crowley's eyes, far to enraptured in the banter and the meal. And, possibly, finding his eyes wandering to the demon's slender neck to a moment, before he speaks again.
Of course he could change his mind. He could do a lot of things, just as much as he could find himself haunted by the echoes of rules and risks past. There's still so much to work through. But, right this moment, he's too busy trying to outwit the demon to worry about that, clearly.
The angel scoffs; at what suggestion, is unclear. "Not if I have any say in it." His tone is still amused, light, playful even
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Date: 2020-04-28 03:40 pm (UTC)Of course he could change his mind. He could do a lot of things, just as much as he could find himself haunted by the echoes of rules and risks past. There's still so much to work through. But, right this moment, he's too busy trying to outwit the demon to worry about that, clearly.
The angel scoffs; at what suggestion, is unclear. "Not if I have any say in it." His tone is still amused, light, playful even