For good reason, Crowley had the same moment of tension. It was easy enough to settle into the idea once he'd seen the way others had grown so excited, scrambling to the dressing carriage to find clothing and toys fit for a vacation. The island itself seemed more like a resort than anything, and Crowley breathed a sigh of relief, but wasn't completely ready to let his guard down yet. The existence of a hot springs helped.

Crowley sheds his wrap nearby, not bothering to fold it as he steps into the water. There's no scheming tricks this time, no pretending to be eaten and submerged into the depths, just a welcoming hand from the demon, holding it out to help his beloved into the water.

"A shame, really. I could get used to the spa treatment."