"You don't mind if I borrow this, do you doll?" If anything, the dubious looks just fed her mood, and she deftly undid the lead from Crowley's collar, letting it hang loosely. Tripping her fingers across Edward's bare back, she moved around him until she was standing behind Henry, one hand on his hip, the other curling around his hand that held the lead.
"Now... you've been fishing, Henry... it's like casting a line. you hold it like so..." she moved his fingers just so until the fingers were wrapped straight, thumb following the length of the leather. "And aim with your thumb, following through. And remember... it's not about brute force... let the leather do the work. The speed is what makes the difference."
She released his hand, trailing her nails along the flesh exposed at the small of his back, wondering if the drugs were hitting his system yet. Stepping over to Crowley and Kia, fingers played absently with a wing bone, and she offered the demon her glass... submissive or not, there was no need for him not to get drunk if he so desired.