Crowley lazily rolled his head over to rest on his shoulder, turning to he could look up at her with one eye, dubious. "Do you really want to hear me bitch, sexy?" He might have flinched ever so slightly when she touched a particular spot- compared to the Fires, the water felt like ice- but it wasn't anything too off-putting. That would take far too much energy.
Deciding he was being far too depressing to stay sober, Crowley groped around the side of the tub before he found the tin of smokes in his coat pocket. He took a blunt, and his lighter, and lit up; it was far more comfortable to breathe the impure air, than the filtered garbage they'd been pumping into the resort. Almost as an afterthought, he offered the lit joint back to Kia, not wanting to offend by smoking in front of her.