[ Well. This is definitely an improvement. Somewhat. Crowley actually relaxes a bit, leaning back on the bench to study Gabriel. ]

Not sure how tolerable he is, I suppose compared to ours. Whinier than a human baby, though.

[ Sorry he's just got to dig at Lucifer every chance he gets. Of course, Gabriel is being just as whiny, but perhaps it's because Crowley understands slightly more of the context that he isn't quite as bothered by it.

Or maybe all his bitching about anyone being whiny is ultimately good-natured, because he's not terribly bothered by anything right this moment. He is, after all, in love. ]

But yeah, you do have free will. No offense [ he totally intends to cause offense ] but you lot have just had your heads up your own arses so long you never thought to consider the possibility. I mean, I don't blame you, the last time anyone in Heaven tried to really exercise free will, we wound up with... well. Satan. And me. And all the rest. But making choices isn't always terrible. You make little choices all the time. Aziraphale made a big choice, and he's doing great, at least, last time I checked.