"I think it's natural but I hardly know, I'm not studying him, am I?" He was and it was awful and he was terrible. With a faint blush, he turned away from Anathema and went over to the other side of the library, trying to look busy and not think about Crowley's face or face or really tight pants that barely hide anything. His wet, drenched boy - God. God, save him from this tempter.

"He just likes to visit with his nephew, the boy needs constant amusement! You know how kids are." Probably not but she did sometimes have to do the story time so she likely had an inkling.