Crowley opened his mouth to say something to that, then shut it again so that he could mull that remark over. It was always a little surprising when a human came out and had you pegged in a second. He guessed he'd gotten too used to hunters (who he was, lately, uncle-ing about like a creature who was supposed to eat its young but didn't feel like it anymore).

"I do believe you've summarized my entire existence," he mused. "On Earth, at the least. And I don't purchase bad suits, though the good ones tend to get messed up no matter all of my efforts. What's your name, hellion?"