[ Crowley has a lot of things he could say about vampires, but none of them matter when Blake is voluntarily asking him about his sexual past. Oh, how the tides have changed. ]

Best sex?

[ He clicks his tongue. ]

It must have been some time in the twenties, because I remember distinctly being at a speakeasy beforehand, though things get a bit murky from there. He had a sharp suit and I could tell that he was moving up in the world, but not half as fast as he'd wanted and I intended to see what he would be willing to give up for a faster climb.

I never did get his soul, but we went all night. I was surprised that he was able to. By the end, I had him falling apart in my arms. I guess he was a bit overstimulated.

[ He smirks, thinking back on it. There's nothing more beautiful than a man so pleasured that he can't take anymore. ]

He wound up climbing pretty high in the mafia before he was gunned down.