[he glances down at Crowley when he sits, expression unreadable. but the tension--his latent, angry aura--tells more about his mood than his face does, with the way that it nearly hums in the air.
and he's too antsy to sit. he can't even pretend to lounge and bask when he's already having trouble keeping himself together. the fact that he's lasted this long without destroying anything, or even letting his mask slip, is a miracle.
so, he stands and steps down from the bench.]
--So. We're going to have some fun, you and I.
[and he sends him a piercing little glance, then.]
Have you thought much about the calibrations since you've been back?
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and he's too antsy to sit. he can't even pretend to lounge and bask when he's already having trouble keeping himself together. the fact that he's lasted this long without destroying anything, or even letting his mask slip, is a miracle.
so, he stands and steps down from the bench.]
--So. We're going to have some fun, you and I.
[and he sends him a piercing little glance, then.]
Have you thought much about the calibrations since you've been back?