The angel stops, quiet, looking at Crowley with confusion and a touch of awe. He doesn't raise his glass, no, specially as the words for the toast are a bit... Well, he doesn't quite enjoy them.
"Is that what you've done?" Said curiously, as he gently reaches and sets a hand on the demon's arm. No, lies are worth no toasts. He will not honor that self defeating sentiment.
What he will do is be thankful for all of Crowley's efforts. His strength. His patience.
"My dear boy, you've done it. You've brought us to safety. You've pulled us out of danger more than once tonight, you-" HE falters a little, with too many things to say. But he smiles, coy but warm.
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Date: 2019-09-02 01:57 pm (UTC)"Is that what you've done?" Said curiously, as he gently reaches and sets a hand on the demon's arm. No, lies are worth no toasts. He will not honor that self defeating sentiment.
What he will do is be thankful for all of Crowley's efforts. His strength. His patience.
"My dear boy, you've done it. You've brought us to safety. You've pulled us out of danger more than once tonight, you-" HE falters a little, with too many things to say. But he smiles, coy but warm.
"I can't thank you enough."