[ Eerily the door creaked open of its own accord after the second knock. There were no locks to keep an angel out, nor was the room the same gloomily looking place it had been on the network. Oh, the shades were still drawn and the room still darkened but now there were candles spread about the room to give it more light and color and a tea tray, which had been repurposed into a wine tray, sitting on the chest at the foot of the bed.
Crowley was trying his best not to appear as eager as he actually was, and carried on lounging across his bed taking full advantage of the 'sick day' he had called in hours ago. ]
Angel!
[ Too eager. Way too eager. ]
Was the traffic too bad?
[ That was better. No one seemed eager when speaking about mundane things like traffic. ]
Action
Crowley was trying his best not to appear as eager as he actually was, and carried on lounging across his bed taking full advantage of the 'sick day' he had called in hours ago. ]
Angel!
[ Too eager. Way too eager. ]
Was the traffic too bad?
[ That was better. No one seemed eager when speaking about mundane things like traffic. ]