Effectively chastised, Zira sat at the edge of the sofa. He thought he probably ought to go and leave Crowley be for a while. He stood, under the guise of needing to stretch. His wings fluttered under the confines of the shirt that had taken form over his body. He glanced at Crowley, and raised a hand to comb his fingers through his hair.
"As you wish, dearest. I'll be in my study." He nodded once. He understood, and respected what Crowley said. He felt the fool once again, for he ought to have spoken to Crowley before he took matters into his own hands with Alexia. Whole he knew his decision was beneficial, both for himself and for Crowley, it was also an adjustment, an Upset of the Balance between them. No longer a see-saw of good and evil, they were both considered Fallen, though far from equals in the Fall.