Neutral Omens

Snapping his head back sharply, Crowley shot Aziraphale a long, blank look. He wanted to say something about how he'd quite like to be the demon again and get in some temptation of his own; how he'd like to encounter a little resistance occasionally, have it be a bit of a bloody challenge sometimes, but he couldn't think of a way to say it without sounding petulant and needy, so he said nothing at all. He did, however, hold out his glass for a refill.