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“We both get plenty of use out of it, don’t we?” He asks, leaning in dangerously close to Crowley, blue eyes half lidded as his lower lip juts out just a touch. “Like the couch… and the stairs… and the other surfaces that the shop has to offer.” Crowley’s face darkening with every word, the angel’s lips dangerously close to his, that all he had to do was tilt his head down just so and he would be able to slot them together. And if he wasn’t careful, he may even find them making plenty of use of the Bentley.