"... Oh." That was a thing that just happened. A kiss. A very proper, lovely kiss that flustered him so hard that he couldn't move for a few moments, dumbstruck by the kiss. It was a nice kiss. Bold, playful, romantic - hopefully. It was, wasn't it? Was it?! Or was it a play to distract him or cover something up or -- why was he down that trail of thought?! It was Crowley! He shook himself out of it and smiled awkwardly at Crowley.

"Yes, yes! Definitely. Erm, outside at 3.20pm. I'll wait by the gates. I'll -- I'll think of you." He called out for -- for some reason he could not say. Think of him? What? Why? What was he? An old lady reminiscing. Urgh. "See you soon!"