"Shut up," he mumbled. focusing on his cigarette. And maybe he was pacing a bit. And maybe he kind of felt like he should put his head in a gulliotine. Just for giggles. How could one bloody person make him so damn rattled in less than ten minutes?
"Good to know," he finished off the cigarette and finally joined Crowley on the bed again, lacing his fingers behind his head. "So, this glee I hear, I hope it's about the spell in general and not the idea of it being used on me." His tone was completely light and teasing, an eyebrow arched in Crowley's direction.