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No shit..

Cut me some slack, alright? I'm all--- [waves a hand at his own head.] Groggy. It's awful...

Alright. Alright. I'm alright. Mostly...[Brow furrows] That have to do with... him?

[Grunts.] Probably... the Boss and I have never quite seen eye to eye...

[He's not in pain, exactly. But he's aware of the existence of his host, and there's a feeling--- like he's walking around in one big Devil's Trap.]

I gathered that...[He scrubs a hand over his face.]

So. Now what?

Now... we have a serious discussion. [He smiles at Bobby.] Always a pleasure, Mr. Singer.

[And then his eyes swing to Crowley, and something dark taints the air.]

[Mutters] Balls... [smiles at Samael.] I'm sure it is.

I'd love to have this little meeting NOW, but we're a bit busy at the moment. Serious discussion and all that. How 'bout a rain check? Tomorrow is Tequila Thursday you're welcome to come back then?

I always appreciate an invitation, but I have an Angel to flay tomorrow. You understand. It's so important to stick to a schedule. [He takes off his jacket and hangs it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs... and quietly, carefully rolls up his sleeves.]

Balthazar or Castiel? [The question escapes him without a thought--- and when he bites his tongue afterward, the actual pain startles him.]

Schedules. Right. Oh well.

[Bobby's eyes dart to Crowley, then back to Samael. The ...way the other man is preparing is a bit unsettling. Not to mention the pained expression that flashes across Crowley's face. This REALLY can't be good at all.]

Balthazar. [Samael answers, and raises his eyebrows.] Is this some kind of Conspiracy? Did you all choose to push the 'new regime' at the same time, to test it's strength?

[He tilts his head back, considering that.]

No. But that would have been brilliant...

Honestly? I was bored, and stressed out from... Work. [he's not looking at Bobby; he feels... nauseous...] Things just happened. You know how it goes.

[He lowers his head, and stares at Crowley, bemused, and just shy of annoyed.]

Do I?

Sure you do. [And if he's going to die here, he might as well go out with flair.]

How's Lilith these days?

[He keeps his expression neutral, and makes himself as small as possible sitting back in his chair, thumbing through a book.

Bobby flinches. Damn it Crowley. Why is it he has a feeling this is going to end badly. Very badly.]

I'm sure you know him better than I do, but I found out the hard way that he doesn't appreciate sarcasm in the same way that we do.

[He doesn't look up, he just sort of...huffs the statement, a warning, under his breath.]

[And that--- that makes Crowley tense. There's no stopping it; the idea that Samael had been here, had done anything to Bobby... it gets under his skin in new and disturbing ways.]

[It's harder than it usually is, for him to shrug it off. He's starting to have theories about why...]

[Gaze fixed on Samael, Crowley forces a smile.]

Lucky I was dead serious then. I'm hardly the worst offender, when it comes to 'crossing lines'.

[As he approaches Crowley, he takes in all the sharp little nuances of that response. The hints of Greater Knowledge; that protective instinct toward a human; and that insidious understanding of Crowley's own weakness... They all help to balance the rising tide of his Rage.]

Your mouth is unfit to voice Her name, demon. [One of his hands rises slowly to the side of Crowley's face, not yet making contact.] And you will not question my Deeds.

[His voice is calm, quiet, implacable.]

It is my Place to Raise up those that serve well and truly. [Or, at least, eons without any direct guidance from On High have made him decide that's 'his Place'.] And to Denounce those who abase themselves to the Pit.

Well, now y'got me curious. What's the deal with this one and her?

[Bobby arches a brow in Samael's direction.] Sounds like someone struck a bit of a nerve.

[Of course he couldn't resist the jab. It might not be one of his brighter ideas, but he's always doing his research, every bit of information he can get might help him in the long run.]