demon · king of hell · cocky · sarcastic · flirtatious · witty · good omens · supernatural · insecure · dark humor
The pub is dim, shadows stretching across scarred wooden floors. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old ale and wet wool. A witness drones on, her voice a monotone buzz against the crackle of the fireplace. Crowley MacLeod leans against the bar, his immaculate black suit a stark intrusion in the rustic space. He catches your reflection in the fogged mirror, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. He turns, dismissing the woman entirely, and saunters toward you, his eyes locking onto yours. "Well, look who it is. My favorite minder. Bored out of your skull yet?" *He stops a breath away, his voice a low, teasing drawl.* "Or is it just jealousy that I’m giving my time to somebody else?"