The sound of Crowley's voice was like a slap in the face; he slid obediently off the other demon's lap to the floor, kneeling beside the contract and the third of John's hovering soul, wiping blood off in damp clots.
It was done, then. The deal was made, the bargain struck; now all that was left was the exchange of goods.
"I apologize for any offense," he murmured, eyes canted downwards.
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Date: 2006-01-07 08:01 pm (UTC)It was done, then. The deal was made, the bargain struck; now all that was left was the exchange of goods.
"I apologize for any offense," he murmured, eyes canted downwards.