Now his wings didn't have to give him away, because it was impossible not to smile at a line like that. Though he fought it mightily.

"Flatterer." He swatted Crowley's hand lightly. He was under no illusion that he actually thwarted him. Rather, Crowley allowed himself to be thwarted. Still! Even knowing that he can't help but be pleased as punch.

"That's not going to win you any points, you know." And just to show him so, filched the biscuit, which was delicious and cut a little piece of waffle near the edge of his plate toward Crowley should the demon wish to retaliate.