[He has, mercifully, gotten better at not shivering at every touch between his shoulder blades, but there's still a little telltale hitch in his breath, and an even more obvious look that he gives, because he knows Martin does these things on purpose.
He might play at being innocent, but Crowley isn't fooled for a second.]
If we're talking proper tea, that's an hour. [Afternoon tea is usually an hour sitting, not that they're having afternoon tea. But if Martin is fine with being here, Crowley won't press the issue, not when he'd rather appreciate those little kisses and gently brushes his fingertips against Martin's cheek.
He smiles at the comment about Jon's sociability (or lack thereof), but rather than comment on that, he regards Martin for a second, then asks:] You're giving them a break from the Lonely, aren't you?
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He might play at being innocent, but Crowley isn't fooled for a second.]
If we're talking proper tea, that's an hour. [Afternoon tea is usually an hour sitting, not that they're having afternoon tea. But if Martin is fine with being here, Crowley won't press the issue, not when he'd rather appreciate those little kisses and gently brushes his fingertips against Martin's cheek.
He smiles at the comment about Jon's sociability (or lack thereof), but rather than comment on that, he regards Martin for a second, then asks:] You're giving them a break from the Lonely, aren't you?