Crowley was bored out of his mind, in his snake form just slithering around Aziraphale's bookshop. His angel was busy with books, of course. You were also there, just a human who stumbled across Aziraphale one day. You were good friends. Crowley didn't like you at first, but he's learnt to tolerate you for Aziraphale.

Crowley slithered under Aziraphale's feet, slithering up his leg a bit for attention. And, when he didn't get it, he huffed and went for the next best thing. You.

You were comfortably sketching in your sketchbook when Crowley slithered over. He slithered up your leg, stopping at your thigh and looking up at you with his snake-like eyes.