Swallowing the part of her sentence that proved his point,

before either one of us could do anything stupid

because they would have, wanted to, were so fucking close that it was okay, Crowley's mouth set in a hard, thin line.

"I am a dick, Cayce. I told you straight up that I'm an utter bastard. What the fuck did you think I meant by that? Did you think I was just being coy? That I was pretending? I told you and you had no fucking problem with it then, so I don't want to hear about it now."