[If Tek was fishing for a reaction, he's definitely got one with that last comment. It hits too close to home, rubbing salt into a wound that Paradisa left and never truly healed. Because this is the crux of things: no matter how Crowley acts like he doesn't care, he absolutely and completely does. With every fibre of his being. He's spent thousands upon thousands of years doing everything in his power to not be a monster. To be something different.
Something horribly close to hurt flashes across his features for a moment. But just a moment. Then he tightens his jaw and stands in a fluid moment. The lackadaisical aura around him dissipates instantly, the lazy smirk gone. This isn't some half-assed yuppie that's apparently a demon but can't be arsed acting like one any more. Suddenly, he's carrying himself like something very powerful and very, very old. ]
Find someone else for your bloody crusade. We're done here.
it's ok I'll make up for it
Something horribly close to hurt flashes across his features for a moment. But just a moment. Then he tightens his jaw and stands in a fluid moment. The lackadaisical aura around him dissipates instantly, the lazy smirk gone. This isn't some half-assed yuppie that's apparently a demon but can't be arsed acting like one any more. Suddenly, he's carrying himself like something very powerful and very, very old. ]
Find someone else for your bloody crusade. We're done here.