"Of course I don't," Crowley said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I've grown rather accustomed to things like sleeping and eating. Plus not hearing screaming constantly, that's certainly a plus." Crowley, after all, was probably the most likable demon that a person wouldn't want to meet.
He carefully watched the guy, who seemed to have a slight case of antichrist, gulp down the blood, a brow perked. Not that one would easily be able to tell he was watching him, as he wasn't facing him directly and he had on those dark glasses, but still.
"Now. Do you need more, or do you just want more? Two very different things there, mate," Crowley asked as he took the glass back.