"I've never been a fan of eating duck, actually," Crowley said simply, letting his eyes slide back over to the pond.
His day had been so good though, and now he had an angel talking to him. Right then he didn't really care if she was different or not, he didn't like angels. But when it came down to it, there were several of them he didn't like even when he himself was an angel. That didn't mean he had wanted to become a demon and to this day he didn't understand why he Fell, aside from the fact that he was friends with the ones that had, in all honesty, deserved to Fall, but it seemed that there was nothing that could be done about it now.
"There's something different about you," he said simply. Most people would think his yellow, slitted eyes were still on the pond, but really he was watching the angel carefully, making sure she didn't want to try and smite him in His name or anything.