you, being very close to Beelzebub, persuaded your boss to forgive Crowley, because he was your husband and a smart man, after all.

Having received the approval, you were both in the same office now. you read and sighed the papers, and Crowley was lying in your dark room, filled with flowers and books on the couch.

"Is there any place to drink here?"

the redhead asked, turning his serpent eyes on you.