[and that response is all the encouragement she needs. that little bit of color to the elf's face, followed by a smile, cements the idea in her head. and once it's in her head--the cruel fun of it, along with just the general thrill--anything less seems like a disappointment, in her mind.
she can't let the chance slip by without trying. so, her grin sneaks wider, and the leg hooked around the back one of the demon's hugs him closer. she's good with her hands, and she makes sure to keep him nice and occupied for a moment, so she can spare a few more words without neglecting him.]
Oh, he won't be. ...And you sound stressed.
[she peers up at Crowley again then, nothing but playful.]
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she can't let the chance slip by without trying. so, her grin sneaks wider, and the leg hooked around the back one of the demon's hugs him closer. she's good with her hands, and she makes sure to keep him nice and occupied for a moment, so she can spare a few more words without neglecting him.]
Oh, he won't be. ...And you sound stressed.
[she peers up at Crowley again then, nothing but playful.]
--Doesn't she sound stressed?