Zira stayed as he was for a moment, before rising to his feet. He struggled to keep his hands from his cock, knowing he would only anger Crowley more if he were to touch himself. He had surrendered his cock to Crowley, giving the demon full command over when and how he, or anyone else, could touch Zira's sex, and judging Crowley's mood just then, Zira didn't dare defy the demon.
He stood next to Crowley, uncertain, a pet awaiting instruction. To stay or to go, whatever Crowley wished of him, he would comply.