[That brought a deep frown to the demon's features. In his dream, the angel wasn't looking, so the emotion was hidden. Whether the real life version of his dream companion had seen it was up in the air. At the very least, this would give the angel insight into how the demon acted when he thought no one was looking.]

Then we'll just make sure not to get caught.

[Losing his angel wasn't an option.

The approach of the next topic throws the demon off his game a bit.]

It's never a problem, Angel. You don't have to thank me. Ever.

Your aura. Your divinity. It fluctuates when you're scared. You're hardly subtle.

[Yeah, and neither are you, Crowley. It meant he was obviously always feeling for the angel.]

London would be far too boring without a fussy angel around to feed the flocks of famished feathered fowls with.

So, obviously, my actions in saving you are purely selfish and shouldn't be misconstrued as any sort of kindness of which I do not possess because I am still a demon.

[Yes, and who was he trying to convince of that? Aziraphale or himself?]