"Just forget it." Crowley replied lightly, he was upset but he didn't wanted to show it. Damn his snake tongue. "There's nothing important about it." To avoid staring at Corinthian's blue eyes the demon looked down and frowned.

Such a way to spend time with someone, bleeding all over them. No wonders Corinthian looked so disgusted. Crowley stared at the blood, the stains refused to vanish stoically. he sighed again, agitated, and moved -crawled was a better words for it- from the other's man lap and sit next to him on the ground.