𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

Well, if there's anything they're good at, as it keeps being necessarily proven, it's pretending. Sometimes, anyway.

"That is true." He admits, far more directly than he ever has, but the truth will always lie in what the two of them know that the rest of their kinds don't.

He brings his hands up to gently set on Crowley's as he finishes up with the last button. Just a soft, coy touch.

"...about last night." While his tone is quiet, it's not unpleasant; blue eyes stay on their hands as his gently envelop the demon's.