"I'm afraid to find out." the demon replies, then takes a healthy drink of the wine, straight from the bottle. It's certainly not the high-end stuff the angel keeps in his shop, but it'll do in a pinch. Better than whatever was on hand at the party.

Crowley admires that little wiggle for a moment before passing the angel the bottle, reaching then behind their head to tug at the string that secures their mask in place, pulling it off and letting it fall from their face. It's tossed to the side, and then Crowley runs their fingers through their own hair to make sure it's properly in place.