[Let him be smug! He deserves this. Or: he is still smug, but he also opens and closes his mouth a few times, like he isn't sure Crowley was listening? To his very risque dirty talk a moment ago?]
I— I just told you that, didn't I?
[Alright, alright. He will do this. If only to prove a point, he will do this, and he will do it as pettily as possible. He begins slowly, because the details are highly important.]
We will go out on a ride to the country— by train, I suppose— and it will be a lovely day. Then, we'll sit under a tree, and I'll feed you grapes and those fancy little cheeses on the toothpicks you like so much, and we'll sample a delectable vintage, and- [ah; a little inhale, ah,] and I will fuck you under that tree, Crowley, because I love you more than anything.
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I— I just told you that, didn't I?
[Alright, alright. He will do this. If only to prove a point, he will do this, and he will do it as pettily as possible. He begins slowly, because the details are highly important.]
We will go out on a ride to the country— by train, I suppose— and it will be a lovely day. Then, we'll sit under a tree, and I'll feed you grapes and those fancy little cheeses on the toothpicks you like so much, and we'll sample a delectable vintage, and- [ah; a little inhale, ah,] and I will fuck you under that tree, Crowley, because I love you more than anything.