Crowley squeezed his eyes shut and wondered where Aziraphale had learned to tempt like that. He rubbed his eyes to indicate that he had closed them out of exhaustion rather than an excess of feeling, and opened them again, glancing towards Adam and Gabriel. Seeing them helped him pull together whatever shreds of willpower he had left. He daren't get fed in front of them.

"No," he ground out, heavily. "Really, I'm fine."

He took the roast beef sandwich gingerly, holding it between his massive, bandaged hands and bit into it. It wasn't bad, he decided as he chewed, but Crowley was sure that it would have tasted better if he'd had it hand fed to him.