For a moment, that hangs in the air between them, and whatever the implications might be, they're on the point of tumbling down from the statement like hanging vines when Crowley says, abruptly:
"But if you're in the mood to repay a favour..."
He leans forward; a soft click, and when his hand returns to his pocket, there's a small wooden tile on the tabletop.
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Date: 2007-09-08 04:40 am (UTC)"You asked."
For a moment, that hangs in the air between them, and whatever the implications might be, they're on the point of tumbling down from the statement like hanging vines when Crowley says, abruptly:
"But if you're in the mood to repay a favour..."
He leans forward; a soft click, and when his hand returns to his pocket, there's a small wooden tile on the tabletop.
'G'.