"And that would have convinced you somehow?" Chided Alexia, tapping the ash into an ashtray before setting the cigarette down. "Silly serpent." He slid from his position on the couch, and just as easily slipped onto Crowley's lap. "You're far too headstrong to have your process swayed, even by me," he purred, tracing fine lines against Crowley's neck, "I've since lost my desire to slap any sense into you, because there's no room for sense." He cooed at the feeling of Crowley's hair as he ran his hands through it, "Oh, it's quite a bit more course than your last body's." He smiled, tugging it slightly. "Rugged all around, I see."