"Hmph," he says, as primly as he can, given that he's sprawled naked in a bed with a demon relaxing mostly on top of him. "I love you, I love you, I love you. It isn't soggy."

He pauses and gives their position an assessing look. "You think I'd let just anyone drape themselves across me like this?"

In fact, he isn't letting Crowley move away even if he tries to, so his point doesn't carry much weight.