That look makes something in the angel’s chest flutter all over again. He lingers for one second too long even after Crowley looks away, then looking at the bed himself.

He pulls himself back up onto it, scooting off to the side to give the demon space, and lying on his back with a soft sigh.

“May well not look at flowers the same way again.” He says absentmindedly. “Not for a while, anyway.”