"Hair of the hellhound, huh?" Zee smirked as she poured, then got up to fetch the brandy, setting the bottle down next to Crowley's cup. "There you go, suit yourself. I hate to adulterate good cocoa."
It was the oddest thing, sharing hot chocolate and intimate secrets with a bona fide fallen angel. (Well, maybe not the oddest. But it ranked right up there in the top ten.) She was coming to see how John had let his guard down, though. She'd met other supernatural entities masquerading as humans, and some of them had absorbed enough humanity by association to pull it off fairly convincingly, but there was always something just a little bit off about them. The average person generally wouldn't catch it, but if you knew what to look for, it would give them away every time. With Crowley, though, it just didn't seem to be there. He was either the best actor she'd ever met in her life or he'd really, truly gone native.
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Date: 2007-01-14 10:07 pm (UTC)It was the oddest thing, sharing hot chocolate and intimate secrets with a bona fide fallen angel. (Well, maybe not the oddest. But it ranked right up there in the top ten.) She was coming to see how John had let his guard down, though. She'd met other supernatural entities masquerading as humans, and some of them had absorbed enough humanity by association to pull it off fairly convincingly, but there was always something just a little bit off about them. The average person generally wouldn't catch it, but if you knew what to look for, it would give them away every time. With Crowley, though, it just didn't seem to be there. He was either the best actor she'd ever met in her life or he'd really, truly gone native.