[It just buys Crowley some time, to be perfectly honest. Blake still thinks about all of this stuff, still weighs it heavily against what he already knows, but he isn't quite ready to be entirely insistent about it. Things have smoothed out some, right? And they are happy enough. ]

Right. Wouldn't ask you to be anyone but you. Should know that by now.

[ And then, maybe more pragmatically than usual, he points with his own fork, a slight smirk playing on his face. ]

But I do know how to blow dinner pretty well. We can agree on that to some degree, right? Nobody doesn't like cheesecake.