"Mostly I just get shot," Crowley said. "Or stabbed. That's where most of my suits meet their end. I can't say I've ever had chicken spilled on me. Is that odd? I feel like that's odd, now that you've said it."

The sad part was, he had been mistaken as an alien before, technically. But that had hardly been surprising when you put it up to the fact he had abducted a whole lot of people, and then tried to force them to read a rock. In the end, the deeper secrets and happenings of the universe were rather ridiculous in summary. "That was truly painful to hear," he said, speaking, of course, about her accent. "No, I'm that other class of stereotype that speaks in a British accent. I'm the Devil, darling. Not the fancy one called Morningstar, though, he's in a bit of a bind right now and has been for quite some time. Name's Crowley."