Crowley blinks at the angel, taken aback. He's pretty sure no one has ever asked him what he wants, before. Has he ever really considered it? Not much. Not seriously, anyway.

"I -"

He swallows even though he doesn't need to. His throat feels suddenly tight, for some reason.

"You," he says quietly. "I mean... I want to do things with you. Anything. Go on holiday, or stay right here, doesn't matter. Just want to do it with you."