"Just move with the music," he says. He gives him a smile. "Defy all the other angels. You know, again."
Making an angel dance. Just like Crowley, tempting him into some sort of nonsense or other. This time, tempting an angel to dance. He wonders if all angels really can dance, they just don't want to. Too prudish, too obnoxiously pious. Or maybe they're just too worried about doing it wrong. Demons don't worry about that. Demons don't sing, though, and Crowley can't actually remember why. It seems ridiculous, humans have so much fun singing. Not that Crowley has any intention of getting up there and singing, but still.
He starts to move to the music, leading the way. Again, he's not entirely on-beat, not the best dancer, but slow dancing like this isn't exactly difficult. It's more about enjoying the company, enjoying the music.
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Making an angel dance. Just like Crowley, tempting him into some sort of nonsense or other. This time, tempting an angel to dance. He wonders if all angels really can dance, they just don't want to. Too prudish, too obnoxiously pious. Or maybe they're just too worried about doing it wrong. Demons don't worry about that. Demons don't sing, though, and Crowley can't actually remember why. It seems ridiculous, humans have so much fun singing. Not that Crowley has any intention of getting up there and singing, but still.
He starts to move to the music, leading the way. Again, he's not entirely on-beat, not the best dancer, but slow dancing like this isn't exactly difficult. It's more about enjoying the company, enjoying the music.
"Why don't angels dance?" Crowley finally asks.