[ Crowley hums in approval and moves closer, languid like a cat. Maybe it's the wine or the blood or the fact that he's just unloaded several tightly kept secrets on the one man he trusts to keep them, but there's something so natural about this. ]

It's good to have priorities, darling. Creature comforts are important. It's easier to deal with a harsh world when you've got something nice to come home to.

[ He stops just inside Blake's personal space, still unsure if he's allowed to go any further. He hates this feeling that curls in his gut now, because the old Crowley would have pressed Blake into the counter and taken what he'd wanted and the man he is now... well, he cares just a little more about the consequences between them. He's seen Blake's anger and he doesn't want to see it again--not over this. ]