[ And it's not said with a pout, but there's something there that says he's so wrong, but he wants to be called right just for the sake of hearing it. Crowley's not beyond that sort of thing usually, right?
In any case, and despite his intentions, Blake doesn't wait before there's a shift and he begins to settle again.
Over his glass, he peers at Crowley. ]
How're you otherwise?
[ Not as off as the last time they had dinner, obviously. ]
[ He shrugs. Really, he's not well, but what can he say about that? ]
There are a few people here from my world who concern me. They could be trouble for the rest of us, but it's difficult to tell.
[ At least, Lilith is difficult to tell with. Dick certainly isn't and Crowley's looking for the best way to explain that one without explaining all the stupid things he and Castiel did that let him out of Purgatory to start. ]
Dick Roman for one. He's not human. He's a Leviathan and if left to his own devices, I think he would eat every one of us. If you find yourself in a sticky spot with him, he's burned by borax. It's a cleaning chemical. I've been carrying some on me since he showed up.
[ He frowns. ]
The other big one could be Lillith. She's... not your ordinary demon. She was the first and she's the one who made me what I am.
[ Blake is smart enough to understand most, if not all, of what that means. Crowley has faith in him. ]
[ Smart enough, indeed. He's seen both Dick and Lilith around, and he guessed from their proximity that they were part of Crowley's world, but that doesn't mean anything without the pertinent information to back it. ]
Guess I'll have to tame them, too.
[ So much smirking. HE'S ONLY JOKING, but... not really. Hahaha! ]
[ Crowley has about a million warnings on the tip of his tongue that he bites back, because he knows that Blake won't listen and maybe that's a little of what he likes about the man.
Instead, he gets caught on something else and he smirks right back. ]
Oh, you think you've tamed me, do you? Where's the leash and collar, then?
[ Yes, yes, he knows he's opened Pandora's Box with this whole thing, but hey, a guy only lives four or five times, so why not? ]
Just so you know, we're not openin' negotiations or plannin' ahead.
[ He's a gentleman. He needs to be wooed~ ]
But I'm usually okay speakin' hypothetically. [ Blake shifts a little and pushes away what's left of his dinner for the wine instead. ] Or from experience. Guess that counts for somethin'.
That bein' said— [ He goes to top off the wine. ] —I've never minded bein' bitten. Or bitin'.
[ He shakes his head, following suit and focusing more on the liquid aspects of the meal. It strikes him in that moment just how much he enjoys this easy rhythm they have. Blake has an incredibly bright smile and Crowley always enjoys being able to pull it out of him. ]
But I guess I can stay hypothetical. For you.
[ He settles a little more in his seat. ]
There's not much I mind, myself. I like to think of myself as a creature of passion.
[ He's not so sure his and Crowley's definition of terrible line up here, but sure, why not. Terrible good, right? Perspective is a strange thing. ]
A creature of passion? You openly share that with people, Crowley? Really. C'mon, that's how you describe yourself? Gimme somethin' a little less romance novel here.
[ Come up, eh? There's definitely a joke there, but Blake doesn't bother saying as much. Instead, he's carefully repositioning things on the table with his free hand, attentive there so he doesn't have to meet eyes with the demon. ]
Well, that's 'cause I hypothetically don't. Think a guy's gotta be careful what he says, though, with vampires hangin' 'round and all.
[ Blake glances back up after a moment. If this is a second date, then he reserves the right to continue their previous get-to-know-you quid pro quo. ]
So, since were on the subject, best sex you ever had? I'm actually pretty interested in hearin' 'bout this.
[ 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.
[ Blake always appreciates the details, so he's pleased that Crowley's willing to share. If he had to tell someone why he enjoyed Crowley's company, he'd probably cite this ceaseless candor as the main source. Beyond that, he's never been as prudish as people make him out to be, he's just far more interested in the action than the romance. ]
You didn't make a deal, then? Strictly for pleasure? Or do demons value more'n just souls?
No, it was strictly pleasure. I didn't get anything else out of that night. Suppose I could have sold him if I'd kept at it, but there were easier sales to go after.
[ It probably sounds like he'd been sentimental, but he hadn't been. Maybe he would be now, but back then, he'd been less... kind. Certainly less sentimental. ]
Sometimes good sex is just that.
[ And he'd really love it if Blake would get on board with that. ]
No, you're right, you're right. Good sex, good fun. No one here's gonna argue 'gainst that, I don't think.
[ See? Not prudish at all when you really get down to it.
He tips back his wine, maybe a little more generously than he has to, but he feels safe enough in this situation, especially since Crowley seems to be letting him call most of the shots. ]
Just tryin' to establish a few more facts, y'know?
[ Blake looks exasperated and amused, flustered and flushed, but more than a bit of it's put on. ]
What? C'mon, what've I been doin' this whole time? I know you trust me. Wouldn't be here if you didn't. We're— we're past the trust thing, right? Thought we were past that.
Tell me somethin' else — somethin' I don't know. Or ask me somethin', I don't care. Long as someone's talkin'.
[ He looks at Blake, feeling just a little bit like he might shatter if any of this goes wrong right now. Maybe it's a little too much blood or a little too much wine or a little too much bloody humanity, but he feels entirely unbalanced. ]
Past it, I mean. Because it's sort of a big thing for me. I don't trust... people. I just don't.
[ Because they always let him down in the end. The last time he'd trusted anyone even a little, it had been Cas. ]
Sounds to me like you're askin' the wrong person. But if you're lookin' for reassurance on my end, you've got it. Wouldn't put my neck on the line for you if I didn't think you were worth it.
[ Feel free to let that sink it. Not that he hasn't made the same observation before. ]
Pretty sure people could argue with me, but they're not exactly givin' you the same credit they're givin' the rest of the people here, are they? Biggest monsters I've seen aren't demons, anyway.
[ And that all hits Crowley like a ton of bricks. He doesn't think that anyone's ever thought that he was worth it. Sure, he's tricked a few people into sort of liking him, but this isn't that. Blake's seen him for what he is--good and bad and everything in between--and he still wants Crowley to stick around. ]
It's a funny thing. When you're not human, sometimes you wind up chasing after humanity.
[ Crowley's seen it in Cas and countless monsters and now he sees it in himself. It's a truly frightening notion. ]
Hey, we're all fightin' the same fight. When you're human, sometimes you wind up chasin' humanity. Or wastin' it. It's funny, though; you're right. And whole diff'rent kinda concern on top of the concerns we already got.
[ He points at Crowley with his mostly-empty wine glass. ]
But I can say, some days you seem a bit more human than others. Have you noticed?
[ And he knows why, of course. He knows that it's the blood--his own doing. For some reason, though, with all the trust he has for Blake, it's not enough and he can't volunteer that information. He can't tell Blake what he's doing to himself or why.
He's not even sure if he should be glad or worried about the fact that Blake's noticed. ]
[ A slow nod. Blake's not sure what's making the difference, but it doesn't seem consistent, and every once in a while it almost feels like he's drunk. And not in the two-and-a-half glasses of wine kind of way, but in the high on emotion kind of way. ]
Well, details are kinda my thing.
[ He shrugs and takes another bite of his food, much lazier than before. ]
What d'you think's goin' on there? Should I be worried? I mean— [ He gestures. ] You're you. No problem acceptin' that, but...
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[ And it's not said with a pout, but there's something there that says he's so wrong, but he wants to be called right just for the sake of hearing it. Crowley's not beyond that sort of thing usually, right?
In any case, and despite his intentions, Blake doesn't wait before there's a shift and he begins to settle again.
Over his glass, he peers at Crowley. ]
How're you otherwise?
[ Not as off as the last time they had dinner, obviously. ]
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There are a few people here from my world who concern me. They could be trouble for the rest of us, but it's difficult to tell.
[ At least, Lilith is difficult to tell with. Dick certainly isn't and Crowley's looking for the best way to explain that one without explaining all the stupid things he and Castiel did that let him out of Purgatory to start. ]
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Dick Roman for one. He's not human. He's a Leviathan and if left to his own devices, I think he would eat every one of us. If you find yourself in a sticky spot with him, he's burned by borax. It's a cleaning chemical. I've been carrying some on me since he showed up.
[ He frowns. ]
The other big one could be Lillith. She's... not your ordinary demon. She was the first and she's the one who made me what I am.
[ Blake is smart enough to understand most, if not all, of what that means. Crowley has faith in him. ]
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Guess I'll have to tame them, too.
[ So much smirking. HE'S ONLY JOKING, but... not really. Hahaha! ]
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Instead, he gets caught on something else and he smirks right back. ]
Oh, you think you've tamed me, do you? Where's the leash and collar, then?
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Now, why would I need those things if you've been tamed? Sorta defeats the purpose, unless you're lookin' to run off. Or liable to bite.
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[ And he's pretty sure he's already made it clear that he's not going anywhere.
Eating a bit more, his smile settles into something more affectionate than evil. ]
Only if you wanted me to, of course.
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Just so you know, we're not openin' negotiations or plannin' ahead.
[ He's a gentleman. He needs to be wooed~ ]
But I'm usually okay speakin' hypothetically. [ Blake shifts a little and pushes away what's left of his dinner for the wine instead. ] Or from experience. Guess that counts for somethin'.
That bein' said— [ He goes to top off the wine. ] —I've never minded bein' bitten. Or bitin'.
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[ He shakes his head, following suit and focusing more on the liquid aspects of the meal. It strikes him in that moment just how much he enjoys this easy rhythm they have. Blake has an incredibly bright smile and Crowley always enjoys being able to pull it out of him. ]
But I guess I can stay hypothetical. For you.
[ He settles a little more in his seat. ]
There's not much I mind, myself. I like to think of myself as a creature of passion.
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A creature of passion? You openly share that with people, Crowley? Really. C'mon, that's how you describe yourself? Gimme somethin' a little less romance novel here.
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[ He huffs out a humored breath. ]
And you're not people, darling. You're you and you're sitting here telling me that you don't mind being bitten. Hypothetically.
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Well, that's 'cause I hypothetically don't. Think a guy's gotta be careful what he says, though, with vampires hangin' 'round and all.
[ Blake glances back up after a moment. If this is a second date, then he reserves the right to continue their previous get-to-know-you quid pro quo. ]
So, since were on the subject, best sex you ever had? I'm actually pretty interested in hearin' 'bout this.
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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.
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You didn't make a deal, then? Strictly for pleasure? Or do demons value more'n just souls?
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[ It probably sounds like he'd been sentimental, but he hadn't been. Maybe he would be now, but back then, he'd been less... kind. Certainly less sentimental. ]
Sometimes good sex is just that.
[ And he'd really love it if Blake would get on board with that. ]
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[ See? Not prudish at all when you really get down to it.
He tips back his wine, maybe a little more generously than he has to, but he feels safe enough in this situation, especially since Crowley seems to be letting him call most of the shots. ]
Just tryin' to establish a few more facts, y'know?
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[ He finishes off his glass of wine before reaching for the bottle, all the while keeping his eyes on his tasks and not Blake. ]
I trust you, darling.
[ And the fact that he can admit it is the true proof of just how deep that trust has come to run. ]
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What? C'mon, what've I been doin' this whole time? I know you trust me. Wouldn't be here if you didn't. We're— we're past the trust thing, right? Thought we were past that.
Tell me somethin' else — somethin' I don't know. Or ask me somethin', I don't care. Long as someone's talkin'.
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[ He looks at Blake, feeling just a little bit like he might shatter if any of this goes wrong right now. Maybe it's a little too much blood or a little too much wine or a little too much bloody humanity, but he feels entirely unbalanced. ]
Past it, I mean. Because it's sort of a big thing for me. I don't trust... people. I just don't.
[ Because they always let him down in the end. The last time he'd trusted anyone even a little, it had been Cas. ]
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[ Feel free to let that sink it. Not that he hasn't made the same observation before. ]
Pretty sure people could argue with me, but they're not exactly givin' you the same credit they're givin' the rest of the people here, are they? Biggest monsters I've seen aren't demons, anyway.
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It's a funny thing. When you're not human, sometimes you wind up chasing after humanity.
[ Crowley's seen it in Cas and countless monsters and now he sees it in himself. It's a truly frightening notion. ]
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[ He points at Crowley with his mostly-empty wine glass. ]
But I can say, some days you seem a bit more human than others. Have you noticed?
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[ And he knows why, of course. He knows that it's the blood--his own doing. For some reason, though, with all the trust he has for Blake, it's not enough and he can't volunteer that information. He can't tell Blake what he's doing to himself or why.
He's not even sure if he should be glad or worried about the fact that Blake's noticed. ]
I didn't think anyone else had.
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Well, details are kinda my thing.
[ He shrugs and takes another bite of his food, much lazier than before. ]
What d'you think's goin' on there? Should I be worried? I mean— [ He gestures. ] You're you. No problem acceptin' that, but...
[ Blake's always been a worrier, let's face it. ]
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