"Eh. No thanks needed. Or particularly wanted, for that matter," Crowley said with a shrug as he pulled a glass out and set it on the counter. Thinking back, he tried to remember how much Sam had said it had taken him before. Two demons, wasn't that right? And weak ones at that. With that in mind, he filled the glass about half way before turning and holding it out towards Sam.
"I'm a demon. Not like the weaklings you're used to though, so keep that in mind. But I'm also a fan of the world. I've been there since The Beginning, so I'm quite used to it and do not want it ending any time soon. Already helped put a stop to that once as it is. Now, take this much now and see how that works. We need to figure out how much you need."