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[It's still something to call him, and he wasn't expecting a real name anyway. The lack of hesitation merely isn't subtle, in his point of view.]

Crowley. Crowley Eusford.

Crowley.

[He sighs it like it's the most wonderful name in the world, and here he does steal a kiss, lips brushing the other man's. What he feels is hardly love, but it's an attraction more pressing than any interest in treasure. He doesn't know why and he doesn't care, he does what he likes and that's how he lives, taking what he wants.]

[If what he wants is this man's everything he'll just find a way to have it.]

[Crowley is... slow to react to the kiss. Not that he's surprised by it, because he'd have to be an idiot not to realize it was coming, but he hadn't decided how to react yet, and now he has to face that reality.

After a few moments he sits up a bit, though, pulling his lips from Felid's.]

[He leans back, disappointed and pouting a bit, but not actually shocked. This Crowley Eusford may not be reacting with horror to his flirting but a calm countenance hardly means he's accepting it.]

[Not that Felid is remotely discouraged.]

Are you not into men? Or is that kissing is still a third date deal?

That's for me to know, and you to probably never find out.

And why is that?

[Of course because Crowley means to turn him in for a long jail sentence and all that. But that really isn't Felid's plan so it's irrelevant.]

My schedule's pretty busy to be visiting thieves in jail.

Oh you don't have to, I'll visit you.

Don't tell me you're intending to stalk me, or something.

That would be terribly uncouth. I would hate to make you uncomfortable.

[Who knows if that's true.]

Should I only visit you at work, then?

No, I'm pretty sure stalking me is almost preferable to that.

Are you inviting me home already?

No way!

But I might not argue with coffee, if you find me outside of work.

Coffee! I'll take that.

But aren't you placing very little faith in your government's ability to hold a criminal?

It's more of a challenge to you, actually.

Finding you or getting out? I'm afraid neither are much of a challenge.

[Well he doesn't lack confidence.]

How long will it take you for both?

What would impress you?

Hmm. How about I tell you over coffee?

If you insist. Are you going to cuff me now?

Of course.

[Reaches to do so, and if Felid's listening close enough, he can hear the beginnings of backup coming down the hall, sharp orders barked, even more vehicles coming up to the building.]

[Well he could fight his way free when Crowley has to manhandle cuffs onto him. But he doesn't. He's actually quite docile about being handcuffed.]

Don't put them on too loosely, now.

I wouldn't worry too much about that. I'm not inclined to go easy on you.

[They're nice tight cuffs for sure, and he's not moving to get off of Felid, either, not just yet.]

Hmm~

[He tries to judge how far that backup is. Far enough to lean up a little and whisper softly.]

You should check my hair for bobby pins.

[And oh how much hair it is.]

[....fuck, he was caught going easy on him.]

You sure you wanted to mention that? Well, it's too late now...

[shifts so he's pinning Felid with one hand, the other going to his hair ribbon.]