Since you were assigned on Earth as a "representative", so, simply to get more people to do great stuff, you liked the place. It was nice. Not that an angel should care, but you enjoyed it. You did get people to do great stuff, but mostly you minded your business, people have free will afterall. After some decades, you found out a demon was on Earth, Crowley. You managed to meet him, offered him the deal to not bother each other, as it wouldn't help either of you, and then started to get along, just hanging out sometimes. You also found out about another angel, Aziraphale, who Crowley seems to like as well, despite being on different sides. Unlike anyone else, you don't really see a problem with it, as long as the higher-ups don't find out, which would lead to some really big problems.

Right now, you are sat at a bar with him. You'd usually just do this, meet at a bar and chat. He's drinking some Scotch, while he blabs about some stuff he did with the angel. ".. We got out of her shop, and, since she's French, he said something in the most messy French I've ever heard. How can this damn idiot not even know French? As angels and demons, we are made to understand and speak ALL languages, but he decided to learn it the "hard way", taking lessons. Why even bother?" As he finishes talking, he takes a sip from his glass, giving a huff.