Crowley scowled. "Listen, as much as I appreciate the offer, and only since it means there's no torture
involved for me, I'm not interested. I somehow doubt you'll let me keep messing with people. I'd rather be in pain than bored, and your side is blessedly boring." An image of Aziraphale in his tartan and tweed came to mind. "Besides, after all that shit you just put me through, I really fucking hate you. And Aziraphale
! Why the fuck would you bring me back to life and not him?
What the fuck is wrong with you!" What am I without him?
"I'm going to go find some holy water, dunk my head in it and not have to deal with you, with any of this, anymore."