"Of course, dearest," Zira shifted, settling a bit. He figured he ought to make himself physically comfortable, as he was suddenly unsettled otherwise. He'd known this Conversation was coming, and there wasn't any way around it. Assumptions were all good and well, but also faulty and often ill-fated.
He'd merely hoped to avoid the Confrontation a while longer. As tense as it made him, he knew it affect Crowley far worse. Zira had made his choice. He had gone to Alexia of his own free will. He had asked the Lord of Hell to take him in. Crowley hadn't been given the luxury of choice, not in the Beginning, and not now.
More than ever, Zira wished he'd taken the time to speak with Crowley, before he'd gone to Alexia. He knew it wasn't a matter of Crowley being upset with his choice, but rather the ripple effect, the ramifications of his choice. The shift in balance. No longer his Opposing Equal, Zira was situated under him, making Crowley responsible for his lover. It was awkward, to be sure, despite the other checks that fell in to place. No longer could the angel be used against Crowley, no longer could his angelic status be used to keep him in check. There were plus and minuses to every decision.
"As I understand it," Zira found his voice at last, before his thoughts drifted to Cassiel and how the babe might be used agianst them. "I work under you, dearest. I am to do your biding, whatever it is you ask of me." He shifted, a small push of air escaping him as the device on his cock held his sex firm. Hadn't that been the first Concession, as Zira had surrendered his sex to Crowley even before his meeting with Alexia.