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Excuse me?

[dexter takes a step forward. his posture is territorial, if not threatening.]

This is a murder investigation.

[wiling]

True, true. But here's the thing... Dexter.

[ or whatever your name is. crowley doesn't take a step back. he just smiles, tall enough that they're at least eye to eye. ]

This might not be the usual form of entertainment, but you aren't exactly conventional, are you?

[truncates]

[there's three ways to go about this situation: a) play the dumb, blood spatter analyst that has no idea what's going on.

b) act completely oblivious and steer the conversation elsewhere.

or c) own up to it, and admit that he sees crowley, too.

hm. dexter thinks he'll go with c.]

Neither are you.

[his tone is biting. he certainly is a wolf in sheep's clothing.]

[wiling]

[ oh, yes. crowley's good at hiding himself, but not always in places like these (where the smell of sin is heavy and thick). ]

Well, I'd hate to be boring.

[ still not backing up. ]

[truncates]

[he's dealt with people like crowley before. too confident and self-serving that they can't be bothered to think that what they do is wrong. of course, he questions his own actions sometimes; is he a bad person doing good things, or a good person doing bad things?

whatever or whoever this man was, he didn't like him.]

Who are you?

[wiling]

[ fair enough, dexter, but crowley likes you. (and his smile isn't a snake's, but it's definitely predatory, even if his prey might not be dexter.) ]

Crowley.

What do you say we have a little chat?

[truncates]

[oh, no. his control over the situation is slowly spiraling downwards and dexter hates that.]

Interesting. Sure, why not?

[he has to go with it, otherwise... well, things may not end well.]

[wiling]

If you'd like to stay here, I don't mind. But if you have anyplace you'd recommend — I'm all ears.

[ crowley is all sleek smiles and non-threatening body language, but his eyes (if dexter could see them) are almost glowing. figuratively speaking, of course. he's stayed away from the incandescent eye sockets since the 17th century. ]

[truncates]

[there were a few perks to staying in this house. it's empty, the police aren't coming back any time soon and the two of them would be able to stay alone.

then again, dexter would prefer someplace a little more public, perhaps to hold him back and to hold whoever this man was back. it didn't look like the two of them were going to jump at each other's throats anytime soon, though (as far as he could tell) but ... maybe they should stay here.]

Here's fine. Make yourself at home.

[wiling]

Right. I'll just take a seat, shall I?

[ that's a rhetorical question. crowley seats himself, movements easy and casual. ]

So, Dexter. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?

[truncates]

Why don't you tell me?

[he tucks his hands in his pockets, leaning against a nearby wall. he doesn't want to have the table in his way if he needs to make an attack.]

[wiling]

What, you want me to judge you?

[ he already has, actually. but crowley shrugs, crosses his legs with almost offensive casualness. ]

I could, but I don't like the sound of my voice that much.

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I have a feeling that you do.

[his eyes narrow, but he's smiling, as much as he does smile. it's forced, though it looks more natural than his posture.]

[wiling]

Hey, maybe I do. But still, maybe you're more interesting than I am.

[ well, he doubts that. but still. ]

Or maybe you could tell me why you stink of blood.

[ that's a bit of an exaggeration, actually (crowley likes his dramatic flair). it's mostly his aura that smells weird. ]

[truncates]

[dexter makes a face, a mix of confusion and disbelief.]

Someone died in here. The whole place smells metallic.

[his expression relaxes and he shrugs, the question doesn't quite bother him.]

Tell me why you're in here.

[wiling]

Only a little.

[ he shrugs, crosses his legs in a single smooth motion. ]

I'm on holiday.

[truncates]

[dexter sighs, somewhat peeved.]

No, why you're really in here.

[they've been over this. sometimes people confess different things if they've been asked twice.

this guy kept his mouth sealed though, didn't he?]

[wiling]

[ sorry, dexter, crowley has being suave and really annoying on lockdown. ]

When people go on holiday, they like to go sight-seeing, don't they?

[ or something along those lines. crowley's never really been 'people'. ]