"But do you love him?!" Crowley urged, without getting loud this time. He was standing a lot closer anyway. "You don't, do you? You can't! True love only happens once." He was convinced of that. He damn well felt that he was living proof of that.

He snatched Aziraphale's hand suddenly, holding it in his. "You're still wearing my ring!"

Just as he exclaimed that, Anathema called something outside the door and then the door was opened by some guy who looked like the Mormon poster boy. The boyfriend, of course.

"Your ring?!" Dallen did not look happy. Obviously. "Who do you think you are? Stop touching him at once."

"Make me," Crowley fired back, sticking his tongue out maturely. Dallen was squaring up, but whatever. He didn't look like a fighter and he was no Gabriel, Crowley assumed he could take him.