"Relatively," Crowley repeated, but did not say much more than that. Normal girlfriends were boring, after all. So he assumed. Most of his lovers usually tried to kill him at some point, which certainly counted as 'not boring' in most circles.

"Oh, Hell is chugging along on its merry way." Despite how hard he'd worked to win it back, well... it had lost its spark. For the most part he was content to let the demons run amok for the time being. "Fire, sulphur, the whole nine yards."