♔ tyrannus ;;

                    The teasing was not lost on Crowley, and he found                     himself actually smiling. "I'd love to see it," he said,                     his voice just barely a whisper. Moving around the                     record player, he began to circle her like a hawk.

She smiled slyly when he pulled her closer. “Do you like what you see, oh great King of Hell?” Something about him made this all greatly entertaining to her. Maybe is was simply because he was her and she knew exactly what to say.

                    As the song drew to a close, Crowley took a                     step back and held her hand gently in his,                     before kissing her knuckle. Drawing away,                     he lifted the needle from the record and set                     the black disc away.

          you’d be surprised

                    "Mmm," he hummed in response, as it was                     a question that needed no answer. Drawing                     her just a bit closer, he sped up their rhythm                     of their steps as the music quickened--did he                     really smell that good? A smirk curled at the                     edges of his lips.

"Don’t sound so smug dear. I have those as well. That is why I need to get back as soon as possible. Don’t want my Hell to be taken over while I’m away.” She took the blade from him and examined it, nodding to herself.

                    "Of course it was," he snatched the blade back quickly,                     shoving it back into his pocket. He needed that, and no                     one else need to get their hands all over it. Quite frankly,                     this whole talk of Abaddon and regaining his throne in                     Hell was beginning to put him on edge.