His smirk returned, eyes locked on her sex even as he addressed her.
"I wasn't exactly going to reward the hissy fit with a fuck, sexy. He's calmed down. Don't worry about it,"
Without waiting for an invitation, Crowley peeled the smoking jacket off his shoulders, fingers working against the fly of his pants to get them off as well. No, he hadn't wanted to fuck Zeke, at least not the way he was acting. But with the renewal of energy, and that little show, he was looking for a little action, at least.