Crowley hissed softly, his alternative to 'tsk'ing his tongue at her. "Now, now, dear. I admit I don't mean you any hard, but I am still demon. Free reign might not be the best idea, yes?" Still, his eyes showed the humor there, as he led them out onto the floor.
His free hand moved to sit on her high waist as he pulled her closer, leading them in a strange mixture of a quick ballroom dance, and something far more tribal. The beat was of his own devising, not too concerned with his appearance, or keeping with the rest of the club.