She clicked her tongue at that, running a nail down his cheek as she turned him to face her. "If I wanted something nameless and faceless, I would have fed off of some mortal in the club above, Angel. How dare you belittle what you are to me?" She let the sharp edge of her nail give a fast scrape over his jaw, leaving something close to a papercut behind.
"No, I want you, the deserving. My beautiful little pet..." Swinging her hips around, Crowley moved to straddle him, sitting back so her wet heat brushed over the Angel's length, without letting him slip inside.
"Fuck, I'm so hungry, I almost wish to skip the games... but a good pet needs to earn his prize, doesn't he?"