"Why, want me to compare you to a flower? A delicate rose or something?" He couldn't resist the smirk and drawling tone. "I could quote Shakespeare if you really wanted me to." Well, he could mangle a quote. Maybe.
"You sure?" For once, Crowley actually felt somewhat awkward. There was actual concern, and wondering what was bothering Kol and if he could fix it, and when did this whole emotional thing bloody happen anyway?
"It's as if you know me." Which, as it turned out, Kol was starting to. It was disconcerting. "So I'm in this weird circle thing of yours, huh?"