Crowley did his best to put on his usual smile for Zira, as he wandered through the door, although he knew it was hollow. He could feel the joy, selfish as it was, winning out over his anger and fear, and knew it was right- he was right, again.
Standing, he walked over to the Angel- former Angel- wrapping him in his arms and kissing him firmly on the lips. He let it linger a second, before drawing back and slapping him across the face, look easily drifting from that joy, back to his wrath.
"Foolish Angel. He could have taken you from me. Should have taken you from me. Do you have any idea what you opened yourself up to?"