Oh, but she always gives a damn about her heathen little nieces, nephews, and the like.
No she doesn't. But it's always a joy watching them squirm in disgust at her presence.
"I like this vessel of yours. So much more well put than the last one." Which was ... forever ago. But you know. It's been a while. And yes, she is sitting down on that seat right next to you, be it on the second couch seat, or just on the arm of a smaller chair.
"Friend is an extraordinarily strong word considering our allegiances and goals."
Crowley was still, watching her, ready to leave but ready to relax at the same time. He held no fear in his stature or eyes, but instead of reproachful wariness, as he did with most everyone he spoke to. Paranoia was what kept you alive in their universe. Reckless stabbing about was not.
"That's not very nice. And here I was, all ready to lend you a hand." She takes a drink from the nearest table, untouched and curiously unowned, sipping it lightly. Hm. Christmas in a cup.
no subject
No she doesn't. But it's always a joy watching them squirm in disgust at her presence.
"I like this vessel of yours. So much more well put than the last one." Which was ... forever ago. But you know. It's been a while. And yes, she is sitting down on that seat right next to you, be it on the second couch seat, or just on the arm of a smaller chair.
no subject
Crowley closed his book before he glanced over at her -- it, really -- his eyes narrowed slightly.
"What do you want?"
no subject
"I can't come say hello to an old friend?" Does she sound sincere in the slightest? Nope. "You wound me, Crowley."
no subject
Crowley was still, watching her, ready to leave but ready to relax at the same time. He held no fear in his stature or eyes, but instead of reproachful wariness, as he did with most everyone he spoke to. Paranoia was what kept you alive in their universe. Reckless stabbing about was not.
"Don't you have kittens to herd?"
no subject
"Our goals might not be that far apart."