[He makes a barely-audible sound at the bite, having well-discovered how much Lan Zhan seems to enjoy leaving his marks.]

Still not a good tea!

[He fidgets, putting a hand over the recently abused bit of skin. Crowley had been an interesting... person? Demon? But he seemed far more concerned about his friend that smelled like marshmallows, and his strange ability to 'sense love,' without noticing his own obvious biases.]

And it's fine, he seemed pretty disgusted with humans in general. I'm pretty sure he wasn't going to gobble me up.