[ There's something in the air that Crowley indicates is both a mix of fear and curiosity -- more so the latter, as Dextera makes no signs of wanting to immediately retreat as he steps forward. Crowley cuts the distance between them, reaching out and grabbing the still beating heart a little too tightly. Fingers curling into the muscle and causing blood to spill into the palm of the others hand, plucking it from his grasp and bringing it closer to him.
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And just begins to eat it casually. ]
You don't have to do all this, y'know.