[It's more than alright, the idea of a proper dance. It has been such a long time since he has enjoyed himself that way, and now he's quite glad that he'd made it known to Crowley, that he'd gone and done something just for himself, joined that gentleman's club and learnt the Gavotte. It's the sort of thing his side never had any appreciation for. They'd have just given him looks, pained looks. Gabriel was the worst of all for that.
It's so cosy talking like this, close with soft touches. He could just do it indefinitely. Why had he never before? Oh, he supposes he knows why. It was far too dangerous, and he'd always been under the impression he wouldn't want it. He'd give him that sneer of his, or hiss and balk. Say something hurtful.
Wait, he asked him a question. He blinks at him a little surprised, more than a little confused.]
Is what alright? You're the one who...
[Isn't he? He has the oddest feeling he has forgotten something. Can't be that important.]
Let's not overthink, hmm? Aren't you always telling me I overthink thinks?
[A little cajoling. Does he dare? He runs his finger lightly down the tattoo at the side of his face with the look of someone getting away with something he probably shouldn't. The look asks the same question silently. Is this alright?]
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[It's more than alright, the idea of a proper dance. It has been such a long time since he has enjoyed himself that way, and now he's quite glad that he'd made it known to Crowley, that he'd gone and done something just for himself, joined that gentleman's club and learnt the Gavotte. It's the sort of thing his side never had any appreciation for. They'd have just given him looks, pained looks. Gabriel was the worst of all for that.
It's so cosy talking like this, close with soft touches. He could just do it indefinitely. Why had he never before? Oh, he supposes he knows why. It was far too dangerous, and he'd always been under the impression he wouldn't want it. He'd give him that sneer of his, or hiss and balk. Say something hurtful.
Wait, he asked him a question. He blinks at him a little surprised, more than a little confused.]
Is what alright? You're the one who...
[Isn't he? He has the oddest feeling he has forgotten something. Can't be that important.]
Let's not overthink, hmm? Aren't you always telling me I overthink thinks?
[A little cajoling. Does he dare? He runs his finger lightly down the tattoo at the side of his face with the look of someone getting away with something he probably shouldn't. The look asks the same question silently. Is this alright?]