[ Crowley possibly wouldn't be so intrigued if it wasn't for the fact that Aoba's hair was undoubtedly different, but then again if he didn't learn the first time he would have learned soon enough. In the heat of the moment, no less, so without that bit of information there's no doubt that their first encounter would have been their worst.

Before he moves or says anything, the vampire dips his head to the side before blinking twice: ] You look... like you're a cat or something when you do that. [ It's strangely attractive? Cute... yeah, that's the word he's looking for.

But if he just wants to lie on top of him then that sounds easy enough? ] Like this?

[ Crowley easily changes their position by flopping down onto his back, pulling Aoba on top of him. Hands gently holding him by the hips. ]

And if that's how you wanna play it then that's fine. [ There's nothing to be embarrassed about, plus Crowley has pretty much made a name for himself for being terribly honest in the best and worst way possible. Speaking about what he wants after eight hundred years of hardly wanting anything at all is going to be one hell of a list though. ]

So that means it's my turn, right? Ah... I don't know, wanna have you sleep next to me?