"I mean it though," he replies, not necessarily because Aziraphale doesn't (he actually doesn't know), "If you need anything, you know I'm here. And I have a whole bank of supply points to spend... just waisting away."

The reality is that Crowley is just bad with money. His Mayfair flat was paid for by Hell's financial department, and whatever he didn’t miracle himself he'd expensed.

He shrugs in response to the question about his napping habits, "How's it feel to sleep for a night? I dunno. I like sleep."