Crowley's reaction could be summarized as two-fifths 'what the fuck?' and three-fifths seizing a lifeline and snogging the living daylights out of it. John wasn't Aziraphale, of course, but he was familiar, comfortable, practically vibrating with sensuality at that precise moment, and apparently willing to kiss an antsy demon in front of his girlfriend, so 'why the hell not?' won out by a narrow margin.
It wasn't quite the sort of comfort he'd had in mind post-nightmare, but he'd take what he could get. The question was, could he get both of them? Female was sort of a scary new territory, but Crowley was feeling adventurous and cocky (so to speak). Demons never got afraid; they got seductive.
Taking a short step back from the twin scents of scotch and smoke, Crowley's grey eyes sought John's blue ones, inquisitive. He grinned slightly when he found what he was looking for there. Leaning suggestively back into John's space and bringing an arm around the man's waist, he looked directly at Kit with a sultry expression he'd perfected over the millennia. It was the kind of piercing reptilian look that reached into the hindbrain of mammals and flipped their ...dangerexcitementadrenalinfight... sex switch.
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It wasn't quite the sort of comfort he'd had in mind post-nightmare, but he'd take what he could get. The question was, could he get both of them? Female was sort of a scary new territory, but Crowley was feeling adventurous and cocky (so to speak). Demons never got afraid; they got seductive.
Taking a short step back from the twin scents of scotch and smoke, Crowley's grey eyes sought John's blue ones, inquisitive. He grinned slightly when he found what he was looking for there. Leaning suggestively back into John's space and bringing an arm around the man's waist, he looked directly at Kit with a sultry expression he'd perfected over the millennia. It was the kind of piercing reptilian look that reached into the hindbrain of mammals and flipped their ...dangerexcitementadrenalinfight... sex switch.