Zira sauntered over to the pair, having listened to their conversation. He was beaming slightly as he held out the drinks, one for each of them. He courstied a bow as he handed them off, which created a pull against his cock as he righted himself again.
"Perhaps," he said to Crowley, "we might begin the night with a little show? If you'll allow me to touch myself, dearest, I could give the lady a taste of what she might expect." He fingered the edge of the belt that still held his robe over his otherwise naked form.