"Other than wondering what it is about you that drives me crazy?" Crowley looked down at her and flashed a smile. He was a good foot taller than her, but somehow it wasn't awkward. He didn't mind it in the least.
Besides that, he was trying to come up with a plan. But he wasn't going to tell her that. He was scheming, certainly. He was a demon, after all. Scheming was kind of his thing.
The trick would be coming up with something that was fool proof. And that was going to be difficult because Stella was anything but typical. She wasn't exactly easy to read either, which was great. She kept him guessing.