Crowley's eyes were wide and dilated as he stared down at Kit's head; his muscles taut under her fingers and lips. This was a lot to deal with all at once after months of no physical contact and months before of no emotional contact. Then again, this was John, he tried to remind himself. John was okay. John was safe. John could have hurt him many, many times before and never had. And Crowley had John's memories of Kit. Some of them. She was normal. She was nothing more than human. She was also very beautiful and apparently wanted to pleasure him.

Telling his fears to suck it, Crowley consciously relaxed, exhaled sharply, and nodded hesitantly. He wanted this. For a lot of reasons. Good reasons. And there were no good reasons why he shouldn't. So the demon just nodded again, more assuredly and, leaning back against John, let his subconscious desire take over.