"In the living room? In the middle of the day?" He smirks. "You filthy thing."

He pulls the long end of his tie before draping it on a chair. There's a time and a place for not caring about your clothes, but that tie is expensive. His fingers went to his own shirt buttons, opening each one in quick, careful succession.

"Keeping yours on, though?" He hopes that means Castiel wants to play some interesting power games. At the very least, he hopes that Castiel will remind him of his place, though he has a feeling the poor angel won't know what to do. That's alright, though. Crowley can teach him.