Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

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[salutosinedelectat]

Daring? No one's daring anyone. Of course not. He's an angel, all that he's doing is being honest, and politely standing his ground.

There's a muted smirk as Crowley so devilishly steals another bite, as if he might say something about it. But he doesn't.

"Oh?" That look and tone might imply a bit of daring, this time. "Such as?"

[duckshaveears]

"Oh, I'll have to wait for inspiration to strike, obviously," Crowley drawls before taking a long swallow of wine. He tilts his head back just so, to show off the long line of his neck a little. "Can't warn you in advance, after all. You might change your mind."

Something flickers in his eyes just a little at that, some shadow of doubt. Because for all that he's joking, there's a little truth in it. Aziraphale could change his mind. Satan knows this is more than they've ever dared before, and even if the reasons why Aziraphale's always balked at doing things openly in the past are astonishingly no long relevant, even if they've hinted at certain things never before confessed...

He puts the glass back down on the table a little too hard and tries to find something to say to cover up the moment. "Take back all my promises about speed limits, at the very least," he says. "Play bebop the whole way. Go cross-country and terrorize the sheep."

[salutosinedelectat]

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

[duckshaveears]

"Ah, but you wouldn't, that's the point. My car, my rules. That's how it worksss." His grin has a touch of fang in it. He loves when Aziraphale is playful. Most of the time. So long as coin tricks and rabbits are nowhere involved. "And I know where the best gastropubs are."

[salutosinedelectat]

"Oh, is that how that is?" At the sound of rules, as if there have ever been any proper explicit rules that Aziraphale has ever explicitly and properly followed without at least bending them a little. Or finding a certain demon to do so for him.

[duckshaveears]

"Yes." Said firmly, unquestionably, and if you doubt even a smidgen of it he would be desperately offended. It's nonetheless bullshit, of course, and the curve of Crowley's mouth makes it clear he knows Aziraphale knows that. "Now finish your meal do we can turn our attention to where to go first, unless you do want me to pick a direction at random."

Stonehenge, maybe. Spooking the tourists is always good for a laugh or two.

[salutosinedelectat]

"Well, you're in a rush." Which is, quite frankly, quite sweet of the demon. Cute, even, to use a word that should never be uttered out loud. There's something very infectious about whenever Crowley shows genuine excitement (when said excitement isn't otherwise met with dread), and there's something rather charming over the consideration that the company might have something to do with it. Maybe. Possibly.

"There's only so many ways you can drive to Scotland."