My fault? Impossible. I'm a consummate innocent in all of this. Clearly.
[How dare, Crowley. How dare. He glances at his cup of tea, steaming away, considers it for a moment and then decides against it, opting instead for something warmer and moving to tuck himself in beside his demon.]
no subject
[How dare, Crowley. How dare. He glances at his cup of tea, steaming away, considers it for a moment and then decides against it, opting instead for something warmer and moving to tuck himself in beside his demon.]