Exciting for me?

[ Bringing up a hand to his chin, index and thumb spread across his bottom lip, the answer actually comes quickly and with ease: ] Nothing that interests humans. I was born in a time where war was fought with swords, so I guess you can say that I like fighting.

[ All of this information probably isn't best suited for outside, where anyone passing by could hear, but Crowley speaks with confidence because he knows that the people walking in earshot of their conversation aren't paying attention. Or, if they are, will likely just cock a brow and move on with their lives. ]

There's that and blood, I also enjoy reading but... [ Is his age showing yet? ] I've lost my humanity so I can't say that much excites me.

[ And like a light bulb, or perhaps a puzzle piece finally finding its home, his expression switches from that of his usual, neutral expression to that of brief surprise. It comes together when he's in front of Aoba--and that's a little weird, but he's not going to question it when it's so obvious. ]

But you. I like you.

[ He'd apologize for just how damn embarrassing it's going to get when he steps closer, hand finding Aoba's waist and pulling him closer. ]

Remember what I told you what would happen the next time we meet?