The angel in question was laid out on the sofa, one arm behind his back. He had originally said he needed fresh air, the doors to the balcony were open, and a warm breeze wafted in. He smiled, as the demon came into the room, and promptly stood to greet him properly, with a kiss that burned agianst his lips, the old familiar burn of his purity and Crowley's demon merging. It was a simmering fire, a delicious tingle that sent a thrill down his spine.
"Hello, dearest," he greeted, his voice carrying more of a soothing lilt than he'd had for some time.