Oh, that's not the answer he expected, nor the crushing kiss that precedes it. His touch falters, but only because he's moving, tucking one arm underneath Crowley's neck and shoulders while he drapes a plush thigh over his legs. He presses butterfly kisses to Crowley's eyelids and cheeks as he resumes stroking him once he's secure, over six thousand years of longing cradled against his body.

"You're mine," he breathes between kisses. "My beautiful serpent, my beloved treasure. Forever and always, just as I am yours. I love you, every part of you, your corporation and your soul. Everything I could ever want from this universe is here in my arms."