Crowley has always been willing to make time to curl up under a blanket, and doing it with his angel is a dream come true. More sex is definitely on the cards, but this is part of lovemaking too. One of his favorite parts, already. He all but purrs, curling into those strokes along his back.

"Definitely not pumpkin," he murmurs, drowsy and content. "And I'll curse you if you try dumpling. Sweetheart would be good. And..." He clears his throat. "...might not mind chuckaboo. Coming from you. Very you sort of word. But not too often. Let me keep a few shreds of my dignity."