If Balthazar were more cognizant of dream-world versus reality, he would be a bit hesitant to continue this discussion. In Kore, there's Dean and Meg, there are archangels, and there's the looming knowledge that Balthazar himself will die by this particular brother's hand. For the moment, though, he's forgotten most of that. There's just an atmosphere charged with sensuality, and him, and Castiel.

The other participants of the orgy are looking almost translucent now, dissolving into the background, and he hasn't even noticed.

"Well...consider me a volunteer. If you ever want one." The hand on his shoulder squeezes gently.