"First I've willingly sat down in two years, by my count. Time's different, in Hell. Most of that time was spent fighting duels, making sacrifices. Compensatory, ruler contest bullshit. All to earn the power to will myself between Realms at will, and take on far more responsibility than I ever wanted. I should have damned the fucking human to this- you ever wonder why, as power hungry as demons are, we don't vy for a Kingdom? It's far too much fucking work. Fuck it,"
He sighed, sitting up to move away from her touch for a second. Taking a deep breath, Crowley seemed to draw himself up, before pushing out the breath in a violent huff, enough to make his remaining wing ruffle in the breeze. All at once he seemed to perk up, at least in energy, able to move and speak a little easier.
The servants bound to Crowley on the level under them passed out at once- absorbing the exhaustion that sat in the demon's bones for so long. At least now he would be able to replace them more easily.
"There, sorry. Please tell me no one of terrible import was working the floor below, today?" He settled back against her, enjoying the touches too much to let her stop without a bit of an effort.