His hands came to rest on the outside of her quads, near her knee, as he grinned at her with the happiness of a golden retriever that has managed to fetch too many balls. For a brief moment, this room had become a sanctuary of lighthearted joy that stood quite in contrast to the chaos outside. Cas couldn't thank Marisol enough for it.
And then, finally, the moment came to close as more important matters became obvious, like--
"Bedrooms
are my preferred room of operation," he joked, climbing to his feet. And he was just about to follow her to the door when she stopped and spoke again with all the ingenuity of a criminal mastermind.
There might have been a hitch in his step as he walked toward the door, processing the comment. "Can't
say things like that to me, damn it," he muttered, grabbing his sword and stuffing it into its sheath.
What a tease indeed.
