"How disappointing," Zira sneered, the disgust directed at Him, never at Crowley. "Something really ought to be done." He had no idea what, and from his dungeon room he could do nothing, in any case.
"Use me. Use me as you would use a nameless, faceless creature from above," Zira suggested, offering himself completely to Crowley, though he did so daily, and there was no thrill in that, itself. Anything she desired, he would do without question.