"Careful, Anna. I might take that as begging," Crowley purred. He was actually sort of enjoying this. He liked harassing her so much more, but this was okay too. And variety was the spice of life. He could deal with her like this, from time to time. As long as it wasn't her now way of being. He'd have to put a stop to it right away. Or eight after he had his way with her.
He shifted, hands moving down her arms, and darting over to the front of her jeans. He popped the button easily. He didnt' see the point in playing games, Anna was putty in his hands. Playing games would be a waste of time and breath, if she wasn't going to step up and play right back at him.