That was really what the demon had expected John to say, but it was best to have it confirmed. Crowley shrugged his bare shoulders against the sheets, feeling old. "If you'd like," he said quietly. "Though you sshould probably wait until I'm around. That way the ire is lesss concentrated." His lips quirked wryly.

If the hissing was any indication, Crowley was getting very sleepy. "Sso, we'll worry about it later, then..." That was all he really wanted to know. With his question answered, the demon hesitated a moment, then put his arm across John's chest, snuggling relatively close. "Night, mate."