Shut up. [The words are mostly lost to the kiss, muttered against Martin's lips in the few seconds Crowley has before he's distracted.

Because he has to steal another kiss, once there's a hand in his hair. That's just the rules.]

Oh, that's at the Globe, must've been early 17th century, we'd both received orders to head up to Edinburgh, so we tossed for it. Don't think he ever realized I cheated on those all the time.

[The coin tosses, that is.]