Crowley spoke as he discovered the wine cabinet and pulled a safe looking vintage from it. This wine was nothing special but it wasn't the dregs either, a nice simple little wine with a light fruity flavor. He poured himself a glass.
"Turned out to be the Antichrist and tried to kill me."
Which would ideally explain the odd questions and the way Crowley kept his eyes on their soup bearing guest just in case he was being less than honest about not having a weapon on him. Ace hadn't seemed armed either until that knife appeared! He jangled the wine bottle in Sylvando's direction as if to ask, 'want some?' without having to be verbal about it.
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Crowley spoke as he discovered the wine cabinet and pulled a safe looking vintage from it. This wine was nothing special but it wasn't the dregs either, a nice simple little wine with a light fruity flavor. He poured himself a glass.
"Turned out to be the Antichrist and tried to kill me."
Which would ideally explain the odd questions and the way Crowley kept his eyes on their soup bearing guest just in case he was being less than honest about not having a weapon on him. Ace hadn't seemed armed either until that knife appeared!
He jangled the wine bottle in Sylvando's direction as if to ask, 'want some?' without having to be verbal about it.