[It's lucky that Christina continues on without allowing Crowley room to speak, because he has a biting comment ready -- loneliness. What a trite and useless concept. Crowley has absolutely no room to be lonely -- no time, no energy, no sparing glance toward what his life could have been. He rules Hell -- a constantly twisting dimension in need of constant babysitting. Being lonely is not very becoming of the young King of Hell.
Still, there is a point, in Christina's words, and he knows where she's going with this before she finishes, and Crowley lets out a soft groan of irritability as he lets himself be turned slightly in Christina pulling away.]
I absolutely refuse to allow you to tell me to seize the day with someone who can't tell the difference between haute couture and K-Mart.
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Still, there is a point, in Christina's words, and he knows where she's going with this before she finishes, and Crowley lets out a soft groan of irritability as he lets himself be turned slightly in Christina pulling away.]
I absolutely refuse to allow you to tell me to seize the day with someone who can't tell the difference between haute couture and K-Mart.