And in the quietness of that moment, true, actual quiet, as opposed to the noisy dark bar, there's no distractions. There's no airs to keep. No need to keep their heads on a swivel. No music. Just the two of them, just the concern, the fear, the love and the devotion. And, as always, the words unspoken.

"...I know." Said so quietly, earnestly - recognition, the acknowledgement of Crowley's attention, his affection. At least one time where the world isn't about to end around them, to show that he means it. That he knows.

And he learns forward, hesitating for just a moment before their lips touch. A look, his thumb stroking the demon's cheek.

May I, my dear? This is all still very new.