[The beauty of having known someone for as long as he has known Crowley is that the steps are effortless when they decide they're in sync. He knows he's being jollied along. He knows why.

He'd prefer to go with it than destroy most of Crowley's things, or worse the entire north side of the building. Or all of the glass in the entire city.]

Were you? You know, they won't like that much. Won't leave us alone indefinitely, even if we bought some time with our little ruse.

[He pauses a beat, continuing a gentle thumb stroke at the side of his throat.]

What did you have in mind?

[The smile eases from gritted teeth to a more natural one.]