[Felix's hand flexes back in response, acknowledging as well as hiding the slight flinch in response to the words. He'd assumed that the way Crowley had chosen to operate in the past, that they were of similar mind on the weight that needed to be attached to sex, and had tried to insinuate that the burden was only Crowley's when it turned out it was really only his fidelity that was at issue. If that's what the demon meant at all. Felix had never placed a great importance on sex for the sake of sex but every possible meaning on it when it was part of something bigger, and somehow these two things had only ever been in conflict because of the other people involved. And while he'd tried in the past, it was difficult to alter that which always made him go looking to scratch whatever itch he felt had been neglected.]
That depends on your expectations. [He turns his head a little, afraid to break the contact, just enough to see Crowley's lips, though the perspective is blurred by his bad eye.]
You know what I am. [Not a question. The pejoratives float around in his mind at the mere mention.] I will probably disappoint you.
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That depends on your expectations. [He turns his head a little, afraid to break the contact, just enough to see Crowley's lips, though the perspective is blurred by his bad eye.]
You know what I am. [Not a question. The pejoratives float around in his mind at the mere mention.] I will probably disappoint you.