What I mean is that there is no absence of love in the presence of pure Love. It is what we angels are.

[He squeezes his hands with all of the genuine affection he feels for humanity as a whole, careful not to open the floodgates wide. The human mind, in his experience, has difficulty coping with an angel fully unmasked, even one as low in the hierarchy as he.

The sensation fades with the withdrawal of his clasp. He pats his shoulder and bends to retrieve both clipboards, passing Martin's over.]

Now, I believe you were saying something about Crowley?