( okay, so that's true, and Aoba does want to have more sex at some point... so it's not like he can totally blame him. so he rolls back over and peeks up at Crowley again, still safe and snug in his cocoon of covers. )

I want to know more about you. ( and shut up, he's not pouting yes he is. ) The things you like and the things you don't like. Your favorite color. Your birthday... if you remember it.

( cause he hella old and all. a not so subtle jab. )

.... I don't know. Stuff like that.

( it's a genuine interest despite knowing that it'll just make things... weirder between them. not necessarily bad, but the strings of attachment will tighten, knot, wrap around his heart like a ribbon.

Pursing his lips, Aoba adds, )

And then later maybe I'll try that blindfold thing. Maybe.

( he still doesn't really get Crowley's fascination with depriving him of the super sexy sight of his naked bod, but okay )