Crowley made a noise that might have been 'good', but was totally muffled in the extremely possessive way he was kissing Kol. Of course, if anyone questioned the level of possessiveness in that kiss, Crowley would have brushed it all off. Obviously.
"Never was much of a fan of Christmas, even before the demon thing. Whole Jesus bit. And technically, if Lucifer is dad, then I think that makes God the granddad of demons, which makes Jesus the uncle, and who ever wants to bother celebrating an uncle's birthday?" He was rambling, idle chatter really, but it was at least easier to contemplate than thinking about just what the fuck Kol was even thinking about doing. "For the record, there aren't ways out of deals. Make a deal, I get a soul, end of story, matter of professional pride right there." A soul though. Bela had proven that someone else could take on the contract for her. Technically. "Though good, no deals for you, I don't want your soul, thank you very much." His eyes still narrowed though, eying Kol dubiously. "Whatever you're looking at, it's not going to potentially get demons, angels or Winchesters pissy at you, is it? Or all three, special cases get all three pissed off."