Oh, i'm sure they'd be cross with me. Yet somehow, I can't give a single fig what any of them might have to say on the matter.

[A far cry from the angel who was willing to let himself get discorporated rather than reprimanded again for using another miracle. He smiles, pleased at how far he's come since then, then shivers and sighs softly at that trail of kisses. Crowley's inquiry gets a nod and a hand reaching up to brush against his.]

Yes, please do.