“Well… he certainly won’t be happy,” he said with a short sigh. “I’ll think about it,” he said, looking over at Crowley again.
“Are you happy with you daddy?” Crowley asked little Seb in a soft voice, to which the toddler nodded before burying his face in his grandpa’s neck, “I missed you grandpapa, you do all the voices in stories,” he mumbled quietly.
“He won’t do anything though, will he?” She asked, looking up at Moran for a moment.











