The kiss had stunned him, and when he came to (so to speak) he saw her dancing with Crowley. A pang went through him--so I was just someone to be distracted? He shook his head to banish the thought. No, he wouldn't think that.

Travelling to the other side of Ellie, he joined the two, his build making it easy to match Ellie's undulations. Me too he thought, trying to forbid any angry thoughts at Crowley--after all, he wasn't really angry, he was hurt and that was only because of a flittering 'maybe'. He wasn't Eros or anything, getting miffed at trifles. Softly he crept his hands up and down her back, enjoying her smooth skin. Soon his hands settled on her hips--beating Crowley's there.

The Messenger leaned agaisnt Ellie as the beat became less frantic, nuzzling the nape of her neck and shadowing her hips with his own--but never touching.