While she did manage not to laugh, Kit smiled broadly at the statement, as much at the unconvinced tone as at the word itself. "Oh, aye, a crusader? And what's your mission, Constantine? Steal from the rich and go for a pint?"
But she was listening to what he said, absorbing what she could a little at a time, and piecing it together with all the other bits she's amassed during her time here. So John and Crowley were meant to be working against each other? That was hard to imagine. Although...
"Crowley reckons you tried to kill him just before you got your arse handed to you. Is he...? I mean, do I want to know what he does, or is that subject for another walk in the garden?"
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Date: 2007-12-09 09:19 am (UTC)But she was listening to what he said, absorbing what she could a little at a time, and piecing it together with all the other bits she's amassed during her time here. So John and Crowley were meant to be working against each other? That was hard to imagine. Although...
"Crowley reckons you tried to kill him just before you got your arse handed to you. Is he...? I mean, do I want to know what he does, or is that subject for another walk in the garden?"