"You can punish me later, Bosslady," Crowley said offhandedly, knowing she'd probably take him seriously, but not really bothered. He'd probably had worse. He was slightly distracted by Aziraphale.
Was that sarcasm? He didn't think the angel had it in him. Well, he had before, but this incarnation seemed to have little in common with his Aziraphale. Not that he was bitter. Of course not. "It is still my flat," he pointed out. "And it's very hard to inconvenience her."