[It isn't a question being asked of him, Aziraphale talking about being friendly with him, but that doesn't stop Crowley from feeling the compulsion to say more, to explain and expand and fill in the details. If there's one secret he fears getting out more than any of his other secrets, it's this one.

I thought you looked beautiful and I might have loved you from the beginning would feed the Eye for days, with all the worry and fear and shame caught up with those truths.

Crowley has to stop himself from saying any of it. A low, frustrated sound slips out instead, as he breathes through the compulsion, fighting against it until he can latch onto the actual question asked.

That's much easier to deal with.]

She was more curiois than Adam, less obedient, made her easier to work with. Suppose that's how Satan felt about me. [Inhale, exhale. His fingers twitch a little where he has them curled into fists, his grip tightening and loosening reflexively.

The Eye seems to know there's more to it, and he can't quite fight the compulsion over this, it's not as well protected a secret.] She was nice to me. I hadn't meant to hurt her.

[He doesn't necessarily regret it; a life without knowledge isn't a life, but if he'd known exactly what would happen, he would've waited, he thinks, until after she had the baby.]