Once his lover's fingers found his Mark, Crowley cried out against his skin, another deeply remorseful sound. Emotion surged between them, amplifying all the sadness, the guilt they felt over their daughter. But under that, the sense of love, possession they had committed to each other, was enough to redeem it, to have Crowley pressing himself against Zira's hand. They needed this- connection, more than sex. Love, more than lust. Very unbecoming of two demons, but there it was.