Crowley leans down, pressing a kiss to the angel's chest right above the black mark left there by Hastur. This is really the first real battle scar they'll have to endure in this struggle, he knows. There will be others, on both sides. There will be more fights, more problems, more times they'll have to run.

But right now, they have this.

"Nowhere in the universe I'd rather be," he says, pressing another kiss to the angel's chest. "Than with you."

It's the truth. The whole world can shove it for all Crowley cares. He'd walk right into Heaven without a second thought if it could ensure they'd have every night like this together. But he can wait. They can figure something out together.