Crowley turned his face to the side when, a golden eye visible even if he was wearing the sunglasses.

"Maybe if he stopped using me as a punching bag... I mean, I understand if he has his reasons but that obsession of him starts to creep me out. Can you believe that he didn't even buy me a drink first? Some guys, just..really. "

He felt Corinthian's hand moving trough his feathers and couldn't help but smile, not a grin, just an smile. it was strange. Their eyes met and for a moment the demon was overwhelmed with the force of it and looked away again.