"Good lord, but you can ramble. Excusssse him, darling." Crowley didn't bother releasing his hold on the Angel's hair, instead forming a plan in his head.
"If he's not going to take our benevolence, I don't see the reason to exert the energy any longer. He says he wishes to be used as a plaything. Who are we to deny him that?" Crowley's free hand was suddenly occupied by the handle of a straight blade, the cool side of which drew down Aziraphale's cheek. "He should know better than any, I don't treat my things very well. I have a bit of a plan, but the hair is going to tangle, with the more intricate details. You're not too terribly attatched to it, are you dear?" The question was directed to Kakia, not Zira; if he wanted to be treated like an object, Crowley would be happy to oblige.