Crowley instinctively curls herself against him once he's seated, cuddling close until she can rest her head upon his shoulder.
"We're just teasing, dove." he sighs, tipping her chin up to peck him on the cheek, "Now... would you like me to put that baking show on? I know you like that one..." She asks, but what she means is, you seem to tolerate it.
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"We're just teasing, dove." he sighs, tipping her chin up to peck him on the cheek, "Now... would you like me to put that baking show on? I know you like that one..." She asks, but what she means is, you seem to tolerate it.