Ah — [With or without demonic powers, it isn't difficult to guess that Martin doesn't hate the idea, and he's not sure how to feel about it.] Never really considered lingerie. Not when I'm like this.

[Man-shaped, he means, but it isn't very coherent because he, well, he fucked up, definitely. His mouth goes dry as he's tugged forward, hit with the sudden awareness of what being bound feels like in this very particular context.

Crowley takes a breath that's only slightly shaky, finding his voice after a moment.] Leather's more my style, anyway. Silk would look good on you, I think.