With an odd look at the napkin, Crowley wiped his mouth.
He wasn't going to tell her not to tell him a secret, no matter how bad an idea it might be - it was the currency of demons, after all - but he was intensely curious. It had to relate to John somehow or she wouldn't bother telling him.
Waiting patiently, Crowley said nothing when she returned carrying a book and looking faintly apprehensive. He'd learned through long practice that when people wanted to confess something, you had to let them do it in their own time and in their own way. The slightest pressure and they'd clam up, but faced with polite silence, most people started to talk just to fill it.
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He wasn't going to tell her not to tell him a secret, no matter how bad an idea it might be - it was the currency of demons, after all - but he was intensely curious. It had to relate to John somehow or she wouldn't bother telling him.
Waiting patiently, Crowley said nothing when she returned carrying a book and looking faintly apprehensive. He'd learned through long practice that when people wanted to confess something, you had to let them do it in their own time and in their own way. The slightest pressure and they'd clam up, but faced with polite silence, most people started to talk just to fill it.