"Oh, I have no doubt of that." He anticipates their story being very much like one of those romantic serials, which he reads purely for research purposes, never mind that he favors the stories in which the love interest is a redhead, that's pure coincidence. "A little later, then."

Does it really count as tempting if the angel agrees so readily? He's clearly enjoying himself, aware that Crowley is taking pleasure from his own satisfaction. "As enticing as ever, my dear." He watches Crowley eat with a soft smile on his face before turning his attention to the honey cakes. Ah, so Crowley had noticed his interest. He selects one from the top of the stack, a soft sound of surprise leaving his mouth when he feels how warm it is to the touch.

"Oh, they're fresh," he sighs softly. "Look, the glaze hasn't even set." He takes a small bite and whimpers appreciatively. A bit of honey clings to his lips while he swallows and offers the small cake to Crowley.

"Careful, darling. It's very sticky."