"... What?" Well, that came out high and squeaky and not very cool at all but what else could he do to that? It was all very touchy and flirty, very forward. And he was in shock. Why was this young man hitting on him of all people? Did he think he had money or -- well, no, that's a cruel thing to think. He was sure this boy wasn't a trickster or a conman. He had such an earnest face. Sort of. The glasses made it hard to be 100%.

He pulled back but Crowley's arms kept him in place and he looked at the man, eyes wide, swallowing hard.

"Well, I, uh, I -- thank you? I -- I have never had such a conversation before, no." So what did he even say to it? Other than thank you. "I'm sure yours is lovely too..."