[ Oh, there he goes, getting skittish again. Crowley reaches for him, taking those hands, stopping them from wringing with worry the way he so often does. Pulls him in for a soft kiss. ]

You can go around calling me whatever you want. I mean, it can't get much worse than lover, anyway.

[ Okay, so that's still half a joke, and he kisses him again. ]

What's it mean to you?