'Mm, but I do actually make a habit of sleeping,' Crowley points out. 'Don't generally find myself in some kind of... shared dream ocean thingy, but I do sleep.'
He accepts the wine glass with a little jerk of the chin that might once have indicated thanks or appreciation but is now so worn down that it functions more or less just as acknowledgement that he now has a glass of wine in his hand. Trying a sip, he swishes it around his teeth thoughtfully and wrinkles his nose. 'Palatable,' he decides.
'And I'm in the water because the water's gorgeous, and it's much easier to swim with a tail than with legs.'
To punctuate his point, the tip of said tail writhes up out of the luminescent froth to flick water at Aziraphale. Crowley drinks his wine, and pretends that his tail is doing nothing at all.
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He accepts the wine glass with a little jerk of the chin that might once have indicated thanks or appreciation but is now so worn down that it functions more or less just as acknowledgement that he now has a glass of wine in his hand. Trying a sip, he swishes it around his teeth thoughtfully and wrinkles his nose. 'Palatable,' he decides.
'And I'm in the water because the water's gorgeous, and it's much easier to swim with a tail than with legs.'
To punctuate his point, the tip of said tail writhes up out of the luminescent froth to flick water at Aziraphale. Crowley drinks his wine, and pretends that his tail is doing nothing at all.