Alexia shook his head and looked at Crowley with understanding, sympathetic eyes. All a ruse, perhaps, at least the expression and emotions, but it was for effect.
"You'll be less broken once he chooses for himself. Demons can love, Crowley, it's not vile or unbecoming. You know that I won't fault you for loving him. I love a far lesser creature than he." He slipped up to hold Crowley's hands, cigarette between his lips.
"Promise to me that you'll stop beating yourself up for some silly preconceived notions that Demons are so different from any other of God's creations. After all, God created us just as much as God created Them. Evil is merely the corruption of Good. You've simply been reading too many of those silly human's stories about what is or isn't."