He couldn't help the smirk at that, watching Zira's hands as he smoothed the feathers with a practiced skill. "I'm certain I can think of something, if you still need the reminder so badly." Crowley had been tossing some ideas around in his head, but discussion of those would wait, until he had a better grasp on his lover's new body, literally and metaphorically.
Once the wings were suitably groomed, he took Zira by the waist and turned him around, backing him up to press against the sink as hands ran over his sides, up to his arms, then down his chest, inspecting.