"And I care why?" Crowley opened one eye to look at Anna. He didn't need sleep, but he enjoyed the laziness of it. Sloth wasn't the most appealing sin, but sometimes a demon just needed to slow down and indulge. And indulge he did, right down to the most expensive sheets he could find, the finest pillows and blankets too. Crowley believed in comfort.
He put a little resistance in his arms, pushing against Anna's hands. He could easily topple her, push her on to her back, but he rather preferred the illusion of a power struggle between them, especially in bed. Anything he could do to force her hand, to make her assert herself, made him all the more smug.