The gesture clearly meant "drink up", and Castiel took the glass, draining it without question. Scotch was supposed to be smooth, agreeable, but he didn't taste anything of the sort; it was no more special or complex than a taste of mudwater, though he supposed the latter would have done unpleasant things to the smell of his breath.
"I understand," he echoed, as he placed the glass back down on the table. There was no need to ruminate on it, though the purpose of the "safe word" did baffle him. Why not just say "stop"? Still, he did at least appraise the floor before he slid his feet down onto it, reconsidering it the way that someone might consider the safe footing on a mountainside. It represented a change in his status, in some way, the ramifications of which he had yet to learn.
But it was worth it--would be worth it. He could look for Loki better if he could look in all possible places.
His blue eyes returned to Loki, soft and placid, waiting for direction. Nobody had told him that obedience meant not asking questions, so he didn't hold back:
no subject
"I understand," he echoed, as he placed the glass back down on the table. There was no need to ruminate on it, though the purpose of the "safe word" did baffle him. Why not just say "stop"? Still, he did at least appraise the floor before he slid his feet down onto it, reconsidering it the way that someone might consider the safe footing on a mountainside. It represented a change in his status, in some way, the ramifications of which he had yet to learn.
But it was worth it--would be worth it. He could look for Loki better if he could look in all possible places.
His blue eyes returned to Loki, soft and placid, waiting for direction. Nobody had told him that obedience meant not asking questions, so he didn't hold back:
"Which way?"