Crowley flashed a faint, brittle smile in response and his gaze fell to the tabletop. He didn't react to the foot in his lap, just reached for his wine glass and, as if answering Aziraphale's question, conspicuously finished it. Blinking at the empty glass, he refilled it and drank that, too, before turning his head to watch the other couples in the restaurant.
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Date: 2006-06-21 07:07 pm (UTC)