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Who: Crowley and Faye
What: Getting answers
When: Today!
Where: Let's say Faye's room
Rating: We'll go with PG13 for now.

Crowley had been trying to get the truth out of Faye's attacker from her since he found her in the infirmary. As was typical of the woman, she evaded his questions at every opportunity and was always conveniently 'away'. He didn't get it, it was like she was trying to protect whoever it was or something.

...Which knowing the circles Faye often found herself in didn't surprise him at all. Still, Crowley was annoyed and this person, well, he needed to have words with them about proper conduct around people the demon considered 'his'.

And so, he came to her room in the wee small hours of the morning, when he assumed she'd be asleep. It was too late for the bars to be open, but too early for the sun to be up. Perfect timing to catch her, really. He hoped.

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She watched his face very closely, looking for every twinge of expression. Or, maybe even more importantly, the definite lack of expression.

"So, you get where the problem is."

Maybe he doesn't know what Zelman is capable of to the extent that she did, but she hoped that he at least had some idea.

"Just... don't make this any worse than it already is, okay?"

The demon was lost in thought, and didn't respond for a while. Eventually he turned to look at her.

"I give you my word."