"By the pest, yeah." Crowley reached up to rub his eyes briefly and then he pushed his glasses up, looking right at Aziraphale without them in the way. Aziraphale liked his eyes, he could deal with the light for just a moment. Or several. It was so very flattering that he liked his eyes. "I believe you are wanted too."

He needed him to know that. He could do so much better than that closeted life. Crowley flashed him a smile and then let the glasses slide back down, turning around to leave the kitchen and find his wayward child. "Adam? What do you need, brat?"