Ah, the L-word. Funny how much that thought flutters inside him, like a wayward dove. "I try," he replies, neither confirming nor denying the scope of his feelings. He casts a glance at the teddy bear and smiles fondly. "He too often beats me to the punch."

His attention returns to Balthazar and that gentle smile. "You're the only angel I know who knows what it's like to love," he confesses. "Not the love that we extend to all of God's creation, but personal love. My Heaven is so cold, Balthazar. Gabriel and the others, they'd never understand what I feel for Crowley, or anyone else I cared about."

His gaze flicks down briefly at his glass, but doesn't feel the need for another drink. "Our worlds are different, but I'm glad that we have that in common."