[Oh yes, the serpent was visibly squirming now. It was one thing to thwart the apocalypse. It was entirely a different thing to openly plot against the Devil himself!

He busied himself drinking his coffee as he mulled over her words, finding the dark, bitter liquid very interesting.]

You know what he would do to me for plotting an uprising against him? Because I can't even fathom it.

[Crowley set his cup down and wrapped both hands around it, still not tearing his eyes away from it.]

You're proposing we try destroy-- [Holy Water won't just kill your body, it will destroy you completely!] --I might have an idea. A way to destroy him completely. Assuming he's susceptible to it.

[And this is where the dilemma comes in. He had had no intention, absolutely zero intention, of giving away instruments that could destroy himself.]