"It was once, Crowley. Once. And I was very unprepared for any of it." She wouldn't say he took advantage of her, but in some ways that's exactly what he did. She'd been a bit lost and he'd exploited it. She was an angel on the edge as it was, he'd just given her a little nudge. It wasn't entirely his fault, but it was enough his fault for her to blame him if she wanted to.
"And no, they don't know. I haven't told anyone and I don't plan to." Anna stopped, turned toward him, arms over her chest. Her nostrils flared the way they usually did when she was frustrated... which of course meant that he was winning, but at this point she didn't care. "Look, I get it. You've got the upper-hand. You were one in a long string of very bad decisions I made that hurt a lot of people that I care about very much, that hurt me, that ended with my fiery painful death. You can make it worse at any time, but for the moment... let's not, because, really, I think I'm miserable enough at the moment." Sadly, Anna had no idea what the next couple of days would be bringing her way.