Crowley watched the cinders of his cigar flutter off as he flicked away the waste, silent in his consideration. His reluctance was palpable, for reasons even he didn't understand. Ever since his slight shift Upward, he had been prone to bouts of human-like emotion, so removed from him they felt like foreign beings, thoughts in a language he didn't comprehend. Logically, he knew this was right- Ashmedai had never tried to will his Angel down, made any remark of their relationship. In reality, Crowley had more actively tried to bring Zira Down, than either of his Lords.
Finally, he nodded once, taking a long pull off his smoke. "I know it is not my choice, any of it, but for what it's worth, I'll quit this foolishness. Now you see the real plight, behind the shards of my soul trying to function again." He laughed without humor, shaking his head at himself.