Crowley wasn't sure of who he should be jealous of. You, or Aziraphale. The two of you seemed to go along better than with him, and it was frustrating for the red head.

Aziraphale was much more relaxed around you, and you were more touchy with the angel than with him. Crowley sulked in his chair, looking out the window, as he ignored the conversation. At least, until he heard his name.

— "Mh? Me? Sorry, your flirting made my ears ring, I didn't hear anything."

Crowley said, which shocked both you and the white-haired angel.