Crowley's first thought upon noticing that John had company, was 'oh shit, my eyes'. He blinked quickly. When he opened them again, they were a soft, pale, almost otherworldly grey. He could keep them that way for an hour or so.
His second thought - forgive his sleep-addled mind - was 'woman'. It took a second for two sets of memories to align and put a name to the, well, not the face, but definitely the side of the head. That long, curly, black hair had to belong to Kit. Not that he'd seen her much since the day she arrived. Nor John for that matter. It seemed they had been busy...
The demon's third thought was 'sex'. And he had to stop a moment to figure out why. Oh, right. That might be why John had his hand up her shirt and was missing his own. Tie was still there, though. That got a ghost of a smile. But while Crowley wasn't remotely embarrassed to have walked in on them, he did respect John enough to leave the man some privacy.
So he just said, "Nightmare. Don't worry about it." And turned to go.
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Date: 2007-03-30 05:38 pm (UTC)His second thought - forgive his sleep-addled mind - was 'woman'. It took a second for two sets of memories to align and put a name to the, well, not the face, but definitely the side of the head. That long, curly, black hair had to belong to Kit. Not that he'd seen her much since the day she arrived. Nor John for that matter. It seemed they had been busy...
The demon's third thought was 'sex'. And he had to stop a moment to figure out why. Oh, right. That might be why John had his hand up her shirt and was missing his own. Tie was still there, though. That got a ghost of a smile. But while Crowley wasn't remotely embarrassed to have walked in on them, he did respect John enough to leave the man some privacy.
So he just said, "Nightmare. Don't worry about it." And turned to go.