He shrugged, unashamed. "You were in a public place. But unless you're a very unusual man, I'm guessing most of your 'tickle fights with friends' don't rapidly segue into straddling them and cuddling afterward. You wanted her. Don't bother to deny it."

Crowley was remarkably good at picking up undercurrents and emotional tensions. And though Crichton's momentary desire had been a completely normal one for a lonely man and not really anything to be ashamed of, Crowley was also remarkably good at making mountains out of molehills. He'd press all the man's guilt buttons just to see what happened.