[When the small pup assaults him with affections, he ends up flopping back onto his behind. One arm came up around the hound to support the dog's weight so it wasn't constantly flailing all over his chest, while the other flew back to brace himself so he didn't completely fall flat.

What a world. A world where a serpent was being licked in the face by a small hell hound. The ferociously affectionate licks knocked his shades off and left him spluttering a bit. He hadn't expected it at all, so he had no defence against it. Once he was settled with better balance, he lifted the other hand and scratched the pup behind the ears gently.]

Alright, alright. I get it. Good to see you too, Dog.

[When he was finally free, the dog safely in Adam's arms, Crowley wiped his face off on his sleeve and tried to clean his sunglasses of the slobber smears before placing them back on his face.

He wouldn't admit to missing the angel (he did), but this was more than that. This was a caretaker's (because he would not use the word 'parental') instinct to look after his godson. Not that the boy really needed much looking after, honestly. He was more grown than most adult humans.]

Not sure about that mess at the cook-off. Seems a fair share of it's not fit to eat. There's more sabotaging going on there than I've seen in Heaven and Hell. Food at the Diner's more recognisable. But if you fancy trying something odd, we could risk the festival food.