Crowley had to concede that point, Elijah was one hell of a thinky vampire, and had mentioned woodchippers, which got points for creativity.
And yes, the answer was obvious. Hell, Crowley agreed, oh so much, as much as he only knew the dream that was currently pushing at both of their minds. He didn't miss the pattern Kol was tracing on his chest, and his expression darkened for a moment before he leaned over, tugging Kol's hand away. Then he shifted, propping himself up over Kol so he could reach down, tracing the lines with his tongue instead, before finishing with a nip of teeth as he looked up at Kol. "Not going to happen." The tone of his voice was utterly calm and certain.