Rhea'li takes a moment to drink in the sight; he's seen a lot of various genitalia in his comparatively short life, but he cannot help but marvel.

"Is that so...?" he murmurs, kneeling between Crowley's legs. Fingers lightly running along the edge of the scaled slit, he presses them gently against the swelling. "How shall I coax them out, I wonder?"

Leaning down, he presses his lips against Crowley's slit, kissing it as deeply as he had kissed Crowley on the mouth earlier, tongue gliding over scaled flesh before sliding inside.