How deeply he rolled his eyes then returned to his sulking. Sulking about sulking.... sulking about lashing out... sulking about not being clever enough to find some way not to sulk...

And finally sulking about not having any plants to talk to about all this sulking!

There was a television in the room, one of those huge older models that the hotel had been too cheap to ever replace. Crowley grabbed the remote and turned it on. It was one of those TVs... where every single channel was static except for the one where there was a lot of screaming and moaning. Not really an angel-friendly sort of channel.

He decided to flick it off before Azriaphale returned. The angel did have to... this was the only room they could afford.