( that teasing grin has him flushing a little, remembering just how he learned that Crowley can't ingest anything other than blood. that's... some kind of memory, for sure. the rest of his fluster comes from that comment. stay with him for two days?? is he serious? it's hard to tell.
for now, he focuses on the more apparently obvious, )
How could I forget? ( a mutter, sort of to himself, but certainly loud enough for the other man to hear, ) Besides, I don't want you to get sick.
( and it's not like he really wants to play bar games. a general suggestion and they're not in a bad location for it—but the way Crowley says what he does prompts another question: )
What... do you like? What's exciting for you?
( something that most people probably know before fucking a guy twice, but like, whatever. )
no subject
for now, he focuses on the more apparently obvious, )
How could I forget? ( a mutter, sort of to himself, but certainly loud enough for the other man to hear, ) Besides, I don't want you to get sick.
( and it's not like he really wants to play bar games. a general suggestion and they're not in a bad location for it—but the way Crowley says what he does prompts another question: )
What... do you like? What's exciting for you?
( something that most people probably know before fucking a guy twice, but like, whatever. )