[Crowley looks down at him. Oh, the millenia he's dreamt of kissing the angel. Of being held by him, of being close to him. This is---well, it's pretty unbelievable, actually. It seems like it was only yesterday that they'd just learned how to hold hands. And now there's this.
Another poem? Definitely time for another poem.]
I like your smile, I like your class, but most of all---
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Another poem? Definitely time for another poem.]
I like your smile, I like your class, but most of all---
[Smirk]
I like your ass.