"Don't seriously! That was a perfectly valid riddle!"
He informs him in a huff because goodness don't sneer at his clever clever riddles, Crowley! But he'll put aside his huff in favor of considering the next riddle. "Flame?"
He's right! He knows he's right! "Right then. My go. So... ah! Yes. Poor men have it. Rich men need it. If you eat it you'll surely die."
But the mention of eating has him considering. "You know, this sort of battle might best be conducted over food and drinks. What do you say, oh nefarious Black Knight?"
...yes he's asking him on a date. Why wouldn't he?
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He informs him in a huff because goodness don't sneer at his clever clever riddles, Crowley! But he'll put aside his huff in favor of considering the next riddle. "Flame?"
He's right! He knows he's right! "Right then. My go. So... ah! Yes. Poor men have it. Rich men need it. If you eat it you'll surely die."
But the mention of eating has him considering. "You know, this sort of battle might best be conducted over food and drinks. What do you say, oh nefarious Black Knight?"
...yes he's asking him on a date. Why wouldn't he?