Crowley arched into the pleasure Alexia radiated, the skin under his brother's lips feeling like sparks of lightning. He was almost hazed over enough to just go along with Alexia, but part of him resented, and he turned away, just enough to answer his Lord while looking him in the eye.
"I know, brother. And if it is his wish to join us, I will be the first to welcome him home. But I will not make him Fall. And I will not let him be forced." The last was stepping just a bit out of bounds, but he held firm with it, needing Alexia to promise him it was going to be on Zira's terms, if and when he joined Ashmedai's legion. He was not ashamed of what he was, but he would not cut Zira down, as they had been. He said as much, in their Language, not having the words in English to properly express it.