How perfectly scandalized Crowley would have been if he had been let in on those particular remembrances! His ever so innocently demonic thoughts were in stark contrast to those wickedly angelic ones which were hinted at only with a bite of apple, a coy expression, and a touch of verbal jousting. He was simply happy that they could sit here together and banter like old times, that all that angel and demon business was, for a while, forgotten in this quiet tender moment.

"Usually a call will do it."

He was only ever a ring away.

"But are you saying you've never been tempted? You could... I don't know, summon an imp to help you reorganize the library or scare people away from your flat when you are reading?"