"No words needed, honest," Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender. "Unless kinky discipline is involved, then I might need stern words, very stern words." Because that line of thought was just so much easier than everything else over the past while. "Ruby always has been unique, even before the whole defecting onto the humans side." He half shrugged. "Girl would have made a glorious crossroads demon if she wanted to work for me, but no, she had to go and get ideals." Waste, if you asked him, not that most did.
He glanced over to Kol, wondering just what was going through his mind. If anything. No, it was probably something, especially given the conversation and dreams and all that fucking mess. "You're thinking too much." The comment was offered dryly before he realized he should possibly clarify. "Not that I'm listening. I can just see it all over your face right now." And, something-not-god help him, he was tempted to just lean over and attempt to kiss all the stress away and that was almost comforting of him and when did he become that?