It's work. Work far more difficult but far more valuable than anything they've ever done. They're still learning, you can't just forget six millenia and more of a way of living in a single night. But they'll keep going, and they'll keep trying, and they'll keep on loving each other through it.

He smiles, gently squeezes Crowley's fingers against his chest, breathes out a calm sigh through his nose. And he stays like that for a beat, just riding on the calmness and glow, and feeling the warmth of his demon wrapped around him.

Opening his eyes just barely, with a glance, he shifts slightly, gently pressing back against the demon. He feels him, there, stiff against his back, patient as he is. "Mh, dear...I believe I should repay the favor."