[ Alright, that's...definitely cold. Almost icy? Or would be if it weren't for the ambient temperature of the room. But Crowley's definitely too cold for it to be normal and while he reaches up with his right hand to try and double check, he stops midway because, haha, doy.
So he switches to his left and quickly catches the man's wrist, then quickly slides his grip to his forearm. All cold. And when he almost reluctantly places his fingers against the spot where he ought to be able to feel Crowley's pulse?
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So he switches to his left and quickly catches the man's wrist, then quickly slides his grip to his forearm. All cold. And when he almost reluctantly places his fingers against the spot where he ought to be able to feel Crowley's pulse?
Nothing. And Rhys's eyes widen. ]
Uhhh......