Crowley abandoned his bread at his feet, using the distraction to slither over to the bench, sitting next to his angel. Unsure of what to say to the comment, he just turned and pressed another kiss to Zira's jaw, watching the ducks by the water.
"Do we have a home, here, any longer?" He'd honestly lost track, somewhere along the way; between their varying personas, one of them should have a residence in the city. He was almost positive.