Lifting a single eyebrow at the mention of another version of Lucifer. Before his face fell rather flat at the addition of demon hunters. Not exactly the sort of company that Crowley would have been interested in mingling with, being one of the fallen and all. “That’s rather rich.” He sighed.
Hedonistic bastard. Crowley stopped breathing for a couple of seconds. Not that he needed to breathe, but all the same. “Uh, yes. Well... That is the arrangement.” Glancing to the bottom of his dark lenses to where Aziraphales hands lingered at his lapels.