Crowley shrugged his shoulders, a smile curving his lips and he licked at some errant crumbs. His dark eyes glinting with that flirtatious sort of interest as they watched Dean's greens.
"It's a hobby."
He admitted with an arch of an eyebrow, still sitting close to the hunter. It was the sort of thing that one might expect from Cas rather than Crowley; Crowley understood things like boundaries and personal space. But, with Dean he had a tendency to disregard those things because it was intentional, because he meant it, because he wanted to be in his space, because he wanted to push him and see if he'd push back.
He wasn't, at least not yet, and Crowley thought that he liked what that said.
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Date: 2012-04-19 07:04 pm (UTC)"It's a hobby."
He admitted with an arch of an eyebrow, still sitting close to the hunter. It was the sort of thing that one might expect from Cas rather than Crowley; Crowley understood things like boundaries and personal space. But, with Dean he had a tendency to disregard those things because it was intentional, because he meant it, because he wanted to be in his space, because he wanted to push him and see if he'd push back.
He wasn't, at least not yet, and Crowley thought that he liked what that said.