That smile is different than your usual one. Your usual one kind of gives him the creeps. This one—it's almost sweet. It makes the corners of his mouth twitch upwards a little, too. You should smile like that more often, Cas.

He glances down when you press your leg against his, a warm weight against his skin. He's still fairly warm, but he should maybe put his jacket back on soon. Not quite yet, though. When you ask him if he enjoys sex, he glances up at you, surprised. You think he conned people into thinking he likes sex?

"Uh, no. I mean." He smiles, laughs a little. "I like sex." He shifts a little, leans more comfortably against the door, his leg pressed up snugly against yours. Maybe this could be a date. He would date you for one night. "There's a lot of pressure to, I dunno. Get it right?" He tilts his head a little. Do you know what he means? "When there's a lot going on, I kinda—I don't do it as much. I haven't had a lot of it in the past couple years, because something was always going on. But generally, yeah. I like it."

He tilts his head a little, curious. He know what he saw in your world, but that's really just one impression. "How about you? I take it you like it?"