As far as Crowley is concerned, he was a little screwed the first time he kissed Blake. There's always been a playful challenge that's drawn him to Blake and even now when it's seemingly easy, it comes with its own complications. He'd nearly died like a bloody Winchester on the other side of Wonderland and he won't be forgetting that any time soon.

This entire thing has been a problem from top to bottom and maybe it's tied into his blood use and his desperate clinging to any shred of humanity he could get, but if Blake is a high, then he's fine with that. He's no stranger to vice and there's a self-indulgence to letting someone care for you like this that he can't get enough of.

Blake is like the finest scotch and he's still waiting for the burn.

"For you?" He moves closer, crowding into Blake's space. "A fair amount."