"Better be," Crowley muttered before he leaned down and kissed Kol for a moment, just to chase any thoughts of Winchester pretty out of his mind.
He reckoned it was safe to say they were the two most dysfunctional people ever to attempt any sort of relationship that went beyond mere sex. A vampire with the worst role models, and a demon with centuries of Hell under his belt, currently on the run from Lucifer. For a brief, and slightly insane, moment, Crowley actually wanted to go and find Ruby and laugh that her crown for most complicated had been stolen. Then again, that would mean admitting outside of his own head that he was even in a relationship. Which was scary. And weird. And complicated.
Also talking, talking would probably be a good thing. "Which is probably why you and I aren't going to be getting Christmas cards from the Winchesters any time soon," he pointed out. Popular opinion probably made them both bad guys. "You're making it all sound inevitable. And what other options, how can there be other options? You're not making any deals or anything completely fucking stupid, are you? Because I will punch you."