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Some people are into it, I suppose.

[Watching and being watched. He can understand the appeal on a one-to-one basis, maybe even theoretically more than that in a controlled environment, but it'd still have to be someone he gave a shit about, not just strangers.]

I did it for work. Sometimes people need a little extra encouragement, so I'd stick around to make sure it all went smoothly, and it made it easier to file reports.

[Honestly, sex wasn't ever his favorite indulgence to inspire, but it was good in a pinch if he needed to up his numbers.]

[anne's quiet for a moment, listening as she takes another bite, then takes even more time to contemplate what he's said as she watches him with a steady gaze before lifting her tea to her mouth.]

I find it soothing when you discuss moments of the work you did. [shaking her head, she sets the cup down and lifts her spoon again.] I don't know why, but I suppose it makes me feel somewhat grounded, knowing that everything truly did have a purpose. [she gives a small smile in the direction of her bowl.] That being watched during sex, enjoying it, dildos... have a purpose. I wish you would tell me more.

[she takes a bite and glances at him once more.]

And I like your eyes.

[Crowley isn't much a fan of being considered, but he busies himself with finishing up his coffee as if he doesn't notice her watching him.

He can't help arch an eyebrow at what she says; he can't imagine how demons want people to go to Hell is especially reassuring, but he supposes that sometimes religious people are just sort of weird like that. At least Anne isn't intense with the judgement thing, the way some Christians are.]

The lot of you here are bloody weird, most humans find them unsettling.

[Leonardo never seemed to mind, but he's one of the few humans who ever saw Crowley without his glasses after he started wearing them.]

And I can tell you about things I've done, if you like. Most of them aren't much about sex. Last big thing I pulled off back in London was bringing down the phone network, like the devices we have here.

[It was a ridiculously and unnecessarily complicated plan, considering he could've done it with a snap of his fingers.]

[if demons want people to go to hell, wouldn't angels want them to go heaven? it seems as if there's balance, at least in anne's eyes, and if there isn't... well, she doesn't ask for clarification.

it's less about sex, though if he has stories, she wouldn't mind hearing them. more about what a demon considers work, really. how he spent six thousand years. what time is like from that kind of perspective. again, she doesn't specify because she's learned that demanding answers from crowley doesn't seem to work.]

Weird? [she thinks about it and nods once at her tea.] Perhaps. But they're you and I like you.

[she settles back on her seat and takes him in again.]

Was there a reason or was this just for a bit of chaos?

[she doesn't understand the scope.]

[He finds that response doesn't necessarily surprise him. Aziraphale and Martin would likely say the same thing, although that's a completely different sort of relationship.]

Don't get sappy on me, I'll kick you out if I have to.

[It's obvious that he won't, that he's protesting for the sake of it, because Genuine Emotion is difficult to deal with and he'd rather deflect with a joke.]

Mm, there's a reason to most of what I do. Most demons really only work on the small scale, but that sort of stuff isn't enough when there's billions of humans. Way I see it, you introduce a minor inconvenience for a big portion of the population, and that frustration spirals. They get angry, a bit nasty, they take it out on their assistant, the store clerk, their husband, and their souls get a little more tarnished every time. I don't need to tell people how to be awful, just have to give them the nudge to want to be awful.

[at his mild threat, she merely smiles and waits for him to go on.

it makes sense as he says it and she nods along at the reasoning.] Do you find that most humans want to be awful or do they need a nudge?

[she's actually curious for her own sake and the sake of the things she's seen back home.]

[Why do so many people ask him about the inherent nature of humanity?]

Humans are just humans, there's really no saying whether most of them are awful or good or what-have-you. You've got the capacity for all of it, I'm just doing a job. Was doing a job, not really sure what I'll do with myself once I get home.

[It's different here, where he has like, a social life to keep him amused. But he doesn't really have anyone aside from Aziraphale, back on Earth.]

[well, that wasn't quite what she'd asked, but she doesn't argue semantics.]

Being a demon isn't your job any more? [that's new.] How does one just... stop?

[is that a god-appointed position that she just takes away, or...?]

[He'd thought it best not to answer that one too truthfully.]

Yes, well, nah — I'm still a demon, just not doing work for Hell. [He shrugs, polishing off the last of his coffee as he works out how to frame this.] I cocked up the apocalypse, sided with an angel, and killed another demon in a... way that demons aren't supposed to kill. They tried to execute me, failed, and I put the fear of — me, into them. So they'll leave him alone for a while, I hope.

[This is not the entire truth.

He's revealed the full truth to very, very few people. It isn't anything personal against Anne, he just knows how easily information can trade hands, in this place, and he can't risk it, on the slim chance that someone like Hastur or Beez shows up.]

[she'll never know the difference.

she does, however, think she recognizes a player on the stage and says:] Your angel? [before nodding along to the rest of it.] I certainly hope they've all learned their lesson.

[the 'anne' way of agreeing with what he's done.]

And I hope they leave you along for a very long time. [a thoughtful smile into her cup.] And that you and your angel live the next several thousand years undisturbed. [a pause.] It sounds like you've both earned it.

[Crowley gives her a look that clearly says of course it's Aziraphale, because what other angel would it be?]

I'll take a few centuries, think that's the best we'll get before Heaven and Hell try to kick things off again, but... [he shrugs] That's more than I ever thought I'd have.

Then I hope you have at least that.

[she gives him a quick smile and finishes the oatmeal before her tea.]

What did you have planned for today?

[There's a moment of hesitation before answering, but it's just plain old awkwardness, nothing complicated.]

It's, uh — we've sort of been doing this thing, one of us will surprise the other with a date? My turn this time, that's what I'd been practicing scones for. I've got a whole picnic planned, should be a nice afternoon.

[Even better now they've sorted out some issues and there's not lingering background anxiety.]

You made a lovely scone. I may have. [she attempts to look somewhat prim.] Indulged a bit much last night, but I do remember the scone. It was very good.

[okay, she might be guessing at the taste. last night, she probably would have eaten a pebble and thought it tasty. but she does remember eating it!]

And since you have plans, I won't keep you. [easing off her chair, she gives him a somewhat tender smile.] Though I know you're not fond of them, you do have my thanks. Not many would have been as kind to me as you were last night.

That's certainly one way to put it.

[His answering smile is indulgent, too, and he rises when she does, planning to at least walk her to the door.]

I'll allow the thanks this once, I suppose. Just glad you called me when you did. [Before anything bad happened.] There's a taxi waiting for you downstairs, save you the trek home.

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