[Crowley steps back, snaps his fingers and they're inside the library, but before any protests can come, he raises a hand.]
No one can see us, not even Jon. [The Eye might be able to, but he's tested his don't look at me with Jon before and it's worked just fine.
He gives a little wiggle of his head, closing his eyes as he feels out the area around them. That prickle at the back of his neck is there, the feeling of being watched, and it's a little stronger than the usual background noise of Jon, like the Beholding is interested.]
He's here, down that way. His friend is watching pretty fucking intently, I think.
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No one can see us, not even Jon. [The Eye might be able to, but he's tested his don't look at me with Jon before and it's worked just fine.
He gives a little wiggle of his head, closing his eyes as he feels out the area around them. That prickle at the back of his neck is there, the feeling of being watched, and it's a little stronger than the usual background noise of Jon, like the Beholding is interested.]
He's here, down that way. His friend is watching pretty fucking intently, I think.