Most people would never have slept with him, knowing what he was and what he stood for. Demon business was demon business, and Crowley was in the center of it.

But you did. And you kept coming back to him, much to Crowley's surprise and secret delight. You spent nights at his palace in Hell.

Now was one such morning after, and as usual, he didn't really sleep, just held you through the night. When he felt you stir, he chuckled. "Good morning, my darling." His voice was smooth and relaxed.