"Oh, I wouldn't call myself a parasite," Crowley replied, easily. He wasn't offended; he disagreed with the term not out of any pride but, rather, he didn't think it was entirely suitable. "A parasite siphons something off its host, depends on it for survival, and its host needs to be alive. I'm wearing this body. I don't need it; mostly, it's convenient."

It was clear she wasn't from any place that used the same jargon he did, so he tipped his head to the side, considering the other part of the question. "Do you believe in souls, where you come from?" he asked. "Spirits. Living essence. Things like that."