I don't know. [Truly, completely and utterly honest, Crowley didn't know. This was the problem with him, he reflected. He agreed with humans. They were right, he'd gone native.] Trust me, even if I knew, I wouldn't understand it. Testing a creation to destruction is ludicrous. Why build up something just to destroy it?

[Crowley roughly ran a hand through his hair, then watched her again as she spoke.]

Just as well. We're not that interesting. Demons, angels, there are millions of us where I'm from. Not a one of them is worth their weight in salt. No, that's not true. One is. The rest are all a bloody daft lot that can't see how beautiful the world and you humans are.

Maybe they don't need to be bothered with you, as long as they leave you alone, yeah?