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[goodtobebad]

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[goodtobebad]

You really think that fellow was only flirting with you because he was drunk? I mean, sure, not backing off right away, that was the alcohol, but -

[ Crowley trails off, mouth twisting a bit as he half-shrugs. ]

Anyway, what d'you want? You can get anything delivered these days.

[oh_bebop]

Well, I'd told you of my "Scent of an Angel" theory. So it was either that or that.

[ And he's perfectly happy to leave it at that, bobbing his head along to the music as he tries very hard not to actually see anything out the window. ]

Hmm. I believe the traditional human go-to for this sort of situation is pizza. What do you say to Italian?

[goodtobebad]

Whatever you like, angel.

[ Crowley never eats much. That's not the point, for him. Still, though - ]

You honestly think humans only flirt with you because of - of angelic pheromones?

[oh_bebop]

Italian it is, then!

[ The drink options change though, and that is the point, for him- The general partaking. And the company, of course. ]

I see no other reason why they would. This corporeal form is rather...soft. Now you, on the other hand. Tall, dark and- Umm. Tempting them so, how you do. It must happen to you all the time... [ And oh, there's a thought. His expression takes on the look it gets when he's sobered up. ]

[goodtobebad]

Lots of people like soft.

[ Crowley makes a face. ]

If I'd been around more in the nineteenth century, I would've had to beat them off you with a stick.