[ The thought Crowley whispering around in that low tone of his always puts Blake on his back foot. He's grown to appreciate the tone, the accent, the way the demon's words can be so soft-spoken and yet so powerful. He wouldn't be Blake if he could be completely swayed by that, but there's no mistaking that it gets his attention.
Blake swallows thickly and takes one step forward, close enough to Crowley to draw his fingers up the other man's jaw. ]
Don't doubt that at all. But now's not the time...
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Blake swallows thickly and takes one step forward, close enough to Crowley to draw his fingers up the other man's jaw. ]
Don't doubt that at all. But now's not the time...
[ Oh, does it feel like it should be, though. ]