"You always want something. You're the king of conniving." She rolled her eyes. Any time Crowley was anywhere, he wanted something. And she knew he had the patience to put in the time to get whatever he was after. At this point she wasn't sure what it was. Her, obviously, she just couldn't figure out why. And asking him wasn't going to get her anywhere.
Anna sighed, settling back against the headboard. She dropped her hand to stroke Johan's head. He nuzzled up under her belly as she scratched behind his ears. She missed having him around, not that she would admit that. Because admitting that gave Crowley an in, and he definitely didn't need anymore of those. It was irritating, but she couldn't shake the paranoia.
"Why me, Crowley? What is it about me that makes you keep coming?" It was probably that she was stupid and kept falling for it. She couldn't really blame him when she kept making herself an easy target. He was a demon after all. It was in his nature to want to hurt her. Especially her, being an angel.