Crowley just grinned, watching the back and forth. They argued like an old married couple. Like... no. Not like that.
Zatanna did get an eyebrow raise at the stunt with the trivots. He hadn't met a mortal that could materialize solid objects like that. But he was more surprised that she demonstrated it in front of him. She wasn't just showing off, it had to have been a deliberate move to show the essence of her abilities. It almost seemed like a warning and a gesture of trust in one. No wonder she and John got on. But he could appreciate that. In return, Crowley said, "Allow me, then," and produced a 1794 Shiraz to go with their lasagna, expertly popping the cork and waving three glasses into existence.
He nodded when she mentioned the talisman, not expecting anything less. The demon had felt the energies adjusting to his presence, aware that it must have been a tricky piece of work to let him in when he was just the sort of being they were designed to keep out.
Turning to John, Crowley laughed. "Sorry, mate. Can't help you there. My knowledge of the domestic habits of women is sadly lacking."
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Date: 2006-11-08 09:47 pm (UTC)Zatanna did get an eyebrow raise at the stunt with the trivots. He hadn't met a mortal that could materialize solid objects like that. But he was more surprised that she demonstrated it in front of him. She wasn't just showing off, it had to have been a deliberate move to show the essence of her abilities. It almost seemed like a warning and a gesture of trust in one. No wonder she and John got on. But he could appreciate that. In return, Crowley said, "Allow me, then," and produced a 1794 Shiraz to go with their lasagna, expertly popping the cork and waving three glasses into existence.
He nodded when she mentioned the talisman, not expecting anything less. The demon had felt the energies adjusting to his presence, aware that it must have been a tricky piece of work to let him in when he was just the sort of being they were designed to keep out.
Turning to John, Crowley laughed. "Sorry, mate. Can't help you there. My knowledge of the domestic habits of women is sadly lacking."