"You know I only do the grand theatrics when I know I'm going to get a good show," Crowley even through in a sweeping gesture with his arms, to prove the point, while of course not spilling a drop of the scotch. He had skills like that. And she appreciated such things. She appreciated his talents as much as he appreciated hers. And what talents she had.
He had to grin when she hugged him, and he returned the gesture warmly. And it was genuine. Ruby was probably the only being in this or any other dimension he could be truly himself around. Lilith had been all about the lies and distractions, the power for himself. Anna had been, well, unique. His superiors, when they had been such, were competition to be disposed of and his subordinates were the creatures he needed to keep in line.
And well, there was Pup, but a hellhound wasn't exactly great company.
Even a demon needed that one person he could relax around and for the King of the Crossroads, Ruby was his.
"So dramatic, love, going for a little theatrics yourself, hmm?" Honestly, he would have been disappointed if she hadn't. And it helped prove to him once again that Ruby's intense loyalty was still where it was. Sam Winchester. Oh well. "No need for Colts, you know I mean that family of yours no harm." Which was entirely true. Yes, one day that might change, it might suit him more to change his mind again. But Ruby was smart, she saw the world around them and Crowley would bet a years worth of souls that she would know at the exact same time as him when circumstances changed like that.
"I missed you too. No one down in the Pit quite has your skill with words. Pity really. Finally figured I had to come topside again, catch up with you again."