Crowley/Rafael

Rafael - Stunning. Another blink and a moment of awkward silence was all she had to offer in stead of thank you's and blushing. Rafael was unknown to this sort of flattery, though she had seen Hanael fawned over many a time. It was.. odd, but appreciated in some form or way. "Oh." Yes, oh, the only word that came to mind. "High soap boxes? I don't understand your phrasing." Her head canted to the side in a perplexed way, though the comment was humourous to her for whatever reason. The modern world spoke so differently, and their 'slang' was notorious in most parts of the world. "Were you not also created by an Almighty hand that sought to bring your magnificent and strength into the world of man? A Dragon is known for its pride, and its standing in the worlds of old. Very fierce creatures, or so I've known them to be."

Crowley 11 minutes ago
"Soapbox...uhhh...hmmm...preaching, that would be the better word." Once more laughing a bit as idioms were not very popular in the high heavens. This was going far better then he thought it would, seeming as the angel honestly had no idea who he was really or what he was planning and that was enough to give him calm. Still he'd worry about the conflict between the heavens and hell that could happen in this little time. The worry of that however would come to a halt, along with his stride in the snow. A brief wave of heat would push the snowflakes falling in the air away from him and wash over her at the mention of being "created" by the elder gods. The smile was gone and his teeth gritted for a moment before giving a small huff to walk back beside her.
"I'll let you have that one since you dont know. But lets not talk about my creation, shall we?" He felt a twisted writhe inside of him...them, all of them. The ones he carried, normally asleep in the dream but stirred in hate for them. "I'll say this, out of those nine cruel bastards, Yahweh was the least cruel but cruel none the less."