Crowley's hand finds Blake's skin again, pressing with gentle and practiced care. He thinks maybe he has learned some things from Blake, but he hasn't ever really wanted to try to be gentle before. It's not that he's never had a single care for another human being, even for a demon king that's unrealistic, but Blake's wants and needs are different from what Crowley's used to providing.

"Deep breath. Relax." His voice is soothing, like the voice me might use when handling an injured dog. "Your arm's doing a lot better." It's a relief to see Blake getting better, even if it's not as fast as he would have liked.

"You don't think it might be the fact that you're a warm and caring person who's willing to put others first?"