Oh, now you sound like that bloody angel.

[Which surely she has no idea what he's talking about. How much babbling did he do in his sleep?]

Demons do demon-y things and therefore are bad. They're dangerous and you should be careful. Wouldn't do to have you getting hurt with me around.

[He shifted, folding his legs into a pretzel style sitting position and faced her more squarely.]

I'm Crowley. You've got a name, haven't you?