[He observes Aziraphale impassively as he speaks, and he has equally little reaction to Sam's dig at him.
His voice is flat when he speaks, even taking into account its robotic nature.]
That doesn't hide anything, you know. When you put a question behind so much fluff, you're still asking a question.
[He moves, turning away from them to stare out over the rest of the camp. His empty gaze lingers on Crowley, just long enough that this time there's no mistaking that it's intentional. He turns back.]
You ever wonder what makes you different from the others of your kind who asked questions?
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His voice is flat when he speaks, even taking into account its robotic nature.]
That doesn't hide anything, you know. When you put a question behind so much fluff, you're still asking a question.
[He moves, turning away from them to stare out over the rest of the camp. His empty gaze lingers on Crowley, just long enough that this time there's no mistaking that it's intentional. He turns back.]
You ever wonder what makes you different from the others of your kind who asked questions?