Bobby was silent for a little, while he held his hand against Aleister's face and looked at him. Looked at everything that he could see on his face. In his eyes. He knew it was foolish to feel bad for him the way he did. Even more foolish to feel as much for him as he did. Yet here he was, looking at the demon and thinking of him as a man. As someone with emotions.

Because, somehow, impossibly, Aleister kept holding on to those just as he was holding on to him now.

He leaned forward so their foreheads came to rest against each other. Aleister claimed to have him here for his brain and he could not just stop thinking. "You're the King of Hell, darlin'. You shouldn't be flirtin' with weakness."