[At least when Naomi gets in close, it's because she has a goal in mind. It isn't just violating personal space to talk about the weather.
Also, drunk.
But some of that poetry creeps back into her actions when she turns a fraction of an inch but doesn't take the opportunity to kiss back, speaking low against his ear instead.]
I don't need a babysitter, Crowley. I'm a grown up.
action;
Also, drunk.
But some of that poetry creeps back into her actions when she turns a fraction of an inch but doesn't take the opportunity to kiss back, speaking low against his ear instead.]
I don't need a babysitter, Crowley. I'm a grown up.