Crowley's lounging slantwise on his bale, easy as a latter-day emperor, so when he glances across at Aziraphael it's with a tilted, sideways grin.
"A little of the good stuff never hurt anyone," he reasons, then. And just like that, there's a third wineglass on the table, between the fruit bowl and the bread. Crowley pours with a practised flourish of the wrist, low to high, until there's two fingers' worth of dark, promising red in the bottom of Ingress' glass.
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Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-18 04:11 am (UTC)"A little of the good stuff never hurt anyone," he reasons, then. And just like that, there's a third wineglass on the table, between the fruit bowl and the bread. Crowley pours with a practised flourish of the wrist, low to high, until there's two fingers' worth of dark, promising red in the bottom of Ingress' glass.