Hands up to the collar of Crowley's shirt, he undoes the buttons there methodically, not that there's many to get to. There's something he likes about this, too, perhaps the gentleness of it, the patient moving along, the intimacy of it.

He's trying to keep other things off his mind - the mark, for one. He hasn't taken a good look at it yet, not seen how far it extends, and he will, at some point. But, right now, he wants it out of his mind, out of this moment. And he's soon pulled fully into the moment again when he feels Crowley's lips press against his collar, sighing quietly and closing his eyes again, for just a moment.

He moves his hands down the demon's sides carefully, until he reaches the hem of the shirt and tugs carefully.