"There's a flex." Crowley scoffs, beginning to poke about for more supplies. Crowley isn't sure if Heaven had any particular rules solely about him, but that was quite fun to think about.

"Married, hm?" he notes, the romantic in him wondering if his angel would even go for such a notion. The idea of it is so very human after all. They had known one another for six thousand years, slapping a title like married on top of such a long relationship might be overkill.