[ It is a little distressing, really. What on Earth - in Heaven or Hell - did Crowley ever do to deserve such adoration? To deserve such a look being directed at him, as if he gets to determine the angel's future happiness?

And when did he start wanting such things? He can't even remember. ]

Well, I'm not going to marry anyone else. Six thousand years! We're just getting started, right?

[ He drops the flippant tone. ]

I love you, angel. I'm never going to stop, I'm never going to leave you, so sure. Whatever you want.