"Could've fooled me." He plays with the top of Blake's towel. "I have a few hours of warm water and massages."

Slowly, he frees Blake's towel, fingers skimming over Blake's skin as he removes it and tosses it on the floor by the counter. "That's what I have for you."

Se can come later--maybe some languid affair after they've finished--for now, though, Crowley wants to get Blake to that languid place where they're both like water, dripping into bed without a tense muscle in sight.