+ hold Riah in his arms, or maybe snuggle on his lap in his snake form would be a perfect day, but he enjoyed this too.

Crowley snorted from the nose before laughing at the way Riah said people. He loved how grumpy he got when he had to interact with people on the bookshop. “So yes, basically you come and go as you please and humans have to be lucky enough to catch you here.” He took another sip. If he were able to +

+ good, but do you like it or do you prefer to drink something else?”

A laugh was good, he liked that. Better than his son being angry at him, much better. “Why did you think I could be an empath?” The bending and leaning against the chair kind of reminded him of himself, but the expressions on his face from not enjoying the wine fully were the angel. “I know it’s +

“And what happened?”

+ seat. “Sit down, get comfortable, this is you house too.” He took a sip of his wine and sighed. The taste reminded him of the French Revolution. Good old times. “Huh?! Me? An empath? Go– Someone, no! Could you imagine? That would be torture.”

He didn’t think he was irritable or mad, if Jude had any question, he should feel free to ask. “You have many things to try then, kid. Like this wine!” He moved everything to the living room and let himself fall on the couch, miraculously no wine was spilled and motioned his son to take a +

“Ye, ye, c’mon.” He snapped his fingers, miracled a two hundred year bottle of French red wine along with a pair of glasses. “Have you had your hands on this kind of wine before, son?” Crowley opened the bottle and poured the wine into the glasses.

I did say wine, did I not? I’m not a tequila kind of demon.

Fine, that works too. How do you feel about wine?

+ I see. You’re actually selling books now, huh? What about the working hours? Is it still whenever you feel like it?”

He rolled his eyes at the mockery, but he really loved it. He’s always loved the way that they teased each other. Specially when Riah showed his bastard side. “Didn’t I say that? Meant to say ‘it’. Comfortable with it, the alcohol and the drinking.” He took another shot of the bourbon and nodded +

Please, no one gets injured. You’ll be fine!

Wanna go for a ride? To get your mind out of that feeling.

“Our son, angel! You said you got him drunk.” He arched an eyebrow, he wasn’t drunk yet, he had barely drunk anything to get tipsy. “Didn’t you say you had new ones? And I know that, angel! I know how you get with your books. Only touch them with gloves and shit.”

Ok, that’s good, hold on to the fact that it hasn’t always been right and relax.

Is this the first time that you’ve had this feeling?

What feeling?