“Ssssure, that means you’ll owe me a favor,” Crowley replied, just managing to keep himself in check enough to pull off a smirk and a rather calm nod to Belial. (And a wink, because he figured he might as well give Belial credit for the porn.) “Excuse me.”

With that, Crowley stood up and left. “Come ON angel,” he said over his shoulder. He waited until they were both out of the bar and nearly to their room(s) before he spun around, thwacked the angel hard (purposefully) and hissed at him (unintentionally).