[Such is Crowley's nature. Not even he understands it completely. Or...you know, at all. He smiles a little and Felix. It's not one of his usual smirks, it's a little gentler, certainly softer. It's the kind of smile that reminds a person that once upon a time he was something else entirely. ]

Can't promise the no mourning thing, you know me too well enough for that, Felix. But as for no regrets? I'm sure we can manage that, between us.