Wiping browning stains from his cheeks, Crowley purred, "Oh, you're upset." He replaced the knife, tapping the handles of neighbouring instruments with his fingertips. After choosing a particularly shiny shiv, he continued, "Has my declaration upset you that much?" As he turned from the assortment, he exclaimed, "You're pouting!" A smug smile crawled upon his visage. Crowley sardonically expressed, "I'm sorry." Castiel, unmoved, silently stared. Heavily sighing, Crowley stepped towards the apathetic angel. Teasing, "How about a hug - will that make you feel better?" Castiel averted his gaze. Crowley's grin swelled and he loudly laughed, pulling Castiel to him.
