"So what, you think I don't want you to have what's best for you--which happens to be being here?" Crowley looked long and hard at the angel. "You refuse to consider that I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be. I'm a demon, remember. We don't do being pressured into doing things."

The Serpent was leaning against the door frame, looking calm and cool, and yet still managing to radiate a vibe of frantic pacing to any being that knew him well.* "Regardless of whether or not I like it here, I don't want you to be in London because you'll be a corpse! Do you really think I don't give a bloody da-bl-Manchester? Because it sure seems that way since you think I'd approve of us going back and leading you to your death! Am I just-" He stopped himself from finishing his question, giving a small jerk of the head.

*Aziraphale.