Crowley looked from the cigarettes to Kol and back to the cigarettes, knowing full well just why the vampire smoked when he did. "Feeling stressed, darling?" He tried to keep the tone light before he rolled his eyes with a muttered "screw it" and held his hand out. "Give me one." It didn't feel like a night for expensive cigars, it felt like a need for a cheap and dirty nicotine fix. "And good. I didn't just go and get all inve-interested for you to go and snuff it on me, that would just be annoying." He just didn't like the idea of Kol being dead. That didn't have to mean anything. Right?
"Nah, she knows I've become rather fond of your balls." Crowley let that sentence hang in the air for a moment before he carried on. "No, what she'd do is make you vomit pins and needles, it's rather a favorite spell of hers and to her credit, she does do it very well."