[He smiles cheerfully. He's aware Crowley is an intelligent young man, but after all, vampires don't exist everyone knows that. He smooths Crowley's shirt down, palms warm and lingering through the fabric as he tilts his head to meet Crowley's eyes. There's no flinch or waver, his acting is perfect in whatever he wants. It's just a fetish, sure. The idea that he's older than he looks is worth a laugh. But he's also not actually answering the question in any concrete way, though he's not trying to lead Crowley to believe that means he's being mysterious.]
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[He smiles cheerfully. He's aware Crowley is an intelligent young man, but after all, vampires don't exist everyone knows that. He smooths Crowley's shirt down, palms warm and lingering through the fabric as he tilts his head to meet Crowley's eyes. There's no flinch or waver, his acting is perfect in whatever he wants. It's just a fetish, sure. The idea that he's older than he looks is worth a laugh. But he's also not actually answering the question in any concrete way, though he's not trying to lead Crowley to believe that means he's being mysterious.]