Crowley stepped up behind him, watching in the mirror as Zira traced his Mark; the words made him smile, as he set to work preening his love's feathers, dusting the ash from under them as he went. They were considerably more gray than they had been at his fall, but they lightened enough when he removed the soot.
"I hope it stays your favorite. It's not going anywhere. I do seem to recall a few other things I'd left you with, however, that have gone missing," Namably, his cock ring and Gates, neither of which had moved from his previous body to this one.