Crowley nods slowly, one hand tugging idly at the end of his scarf.

"That's... understandable," he says at last. "I've - well. I get it. Though that might not be what you want to hear from a demon. For what it's worth, it hasn't done Aziraphael any harm."

Crowley's hand disappears abruptly back into his pocket.

"The down time, I mean."