[ Him a gentleman? Forgive him for smiling like the cat who caught the canary, but that was a marvelous miscasting. Still, charmed as he was by the idea, Crowley paced around his angel to take in the damage done and then gave his injured coat a little demonic tailoring to knit the ruined hem back together. ]
And we're not miserable. You are the one frowning in the middle of a festival.
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And we're not miserable. You are the one frowning in the middle of a festival.