Rhea'li's slightly elongated canines aren't just for show; the tips of them drag over lips as he kisses Crowley, dimly mentally noting the way his eyes had changed but ultimately unbothered by it.

When Rhea'li breaks away, he doesn't draw back, instead staying in Crowley's space. "And more like than not," he grins down at the demon, "at some point clothes are divested."