Blake's weight is, as ever, a welcome weight and Crowley relaxes more as he watches Perdita pad back out into the hall with a smile. He really truly loves that dog, as much as he's able to love anything, he mulls. She's been nothing but faithful and she watches out for both of them as much as she can.

"Please. I know that wouldn't impress you at all." He turns his head to look back at Blake, but can't quite get a good view in this position. "I wanted you to relax, not laugh at me."

He reaches up to cover Blake's hand with his own.