[ Blake finally pulls away and this time he's crossing his arms instead of putting them in his pocket. He can't imagine that any of this makes sense to Crowley in the way it makes sense (or doesn't make sense) to him.
He gestures at the other man and then folds right back in on himself. ]
So, what are you, Crowley? Demon? Human? What will you be, or don't you know?
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He gestures at the other man and then folds right back in on himself. ]
So, what are you, Crowley? Demon? Human? What will you be, or don't you know?