Crowley groaned when he felt the metal brush against his neck, pressing up into the touch slightly. His hands stayed on her even as he was rolled to his back, running down her back in the same way her nails scraped his sides. His wings were, for the moment, concealed, but if he became any more distracted, that wouldn't last. He didn't stretch his wings often, in mixed company, but he couldn't see her minding something else to play with.