"Good," he says, still watching the moon climb slowly into view, the edges of the world start to take on a silvery cast. "I mean, you've built them up, now, so I expect to be shocked and awed."
His voice is a little quiet again, as other people might speak inside a church; again, the slight tone of something that - if you didn't know any better, if you didn't know that Crowley's seen six thousand years of what the world had to offer - you might call 'wonder'.
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Date: 2008-02-25 04:26 am (UTC)His voice is a little quiet again, as other people might speak inside a church; again, the slight tone of something that - if you didn't know any better, if you didn't know that Crowley's seen six thousand years of what the world had to offer - you might call 'wonder'.
(As it is, it could be called 'respect'.)