Crowley has never been hugged by a spider before, and as such, isn't quite sure they understand what is happening until it's already happened, and they're pulled into the lovingly warm embrace of an arachnid.

"Oh-- that's okay," Crowley starts, but then settles into it, giving her a good pat on the back. "There, there. Looking gorgeous for the party. I did alright, then?"

For the love of all that is infernal please don't let anyone walk in here and see this. They might think Crowley's nice.