[With being the avatar of an all-seeing, all-knowing eldritch creature and just generally paranoid, Jon really should be much more aware of his surroundings. He's grown complacent, though, and he's just trying to imagine if Crowley will enjoy the salt and pepper shakers he'd found that are shaped like snakes. He sets down the box along with the latest note:
you are what you eat
And then Crowley speaks from behind him, and Jon just about jumps out of his skin. He whirls around, eyes wide, frightened. He feels like a boy who's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
I was just passing by!
[The lie is immediate, spoken in a strained voice. And he'd bolt for the lift, except those wings are-]
Oh, your wings are beautiful...
[No. Focus! His fingers do itch to touch, but more than anything, he just wants to run. His face is burning with embarrassment and shame.]
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you are what you eat
And then Crowley speaks from behind him, and Jon just about jumps out of his skin. He whirls around, eyes wide, frightened. He feels like a boy who's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
I was just passing by!
[The lie is immediate, spoken in a strained voice. And he'd bolt for the lift, except those wings are-]
Oh, your wings are beautiful...
[No. Focus! His fingers do itch to touch, but more than anything, he just wants to run. His face is burning with embarrassment and shame.]