[What a good boy Crowley is. It's hard not to shove him against the desk right now. But Felid's got centuries of patience giving him a boost in impulse control. It doesn't stop him from inching his foot further up Crowley's leg, toes curling into his calf slowly.]
If you doubt your ability to persuade them you can still walk out and I'll not proposition you again. As for what's up my sleeve, you'll have to take a gamble if you want to know, won't you?
[He leans back on both hands, foot sliding up and down to rub Crowley's skin slowly.]
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If you doubt your ability to persuade them you can still walk out and I'll not proposition you again. As for what's up my sleeve, you'll have to take a gamble if you want to know, won't you?
[He leans back on both hands, foot sliding up and down to rub Crowley's skin slowly.]
But I don't think you'll go out that door.