Crowley just nodded in agreement. He had said that if he had managed to defy his death and sacrifice, he would have most likely buggered off and lived in peace elsewhere, away from Winchesters and all their drama, and most likely as far away from the Nephilim as he could as well. He still remembered the way Castiel went from wanting to kill it to looking like he was drinking the Kool-Aid and worshipping the unborn little sproglet. It was disturbing. Yet, Dean had talked about Sam treating the Nephilim just like another human, had even referred to it as the 'kid' in passing. There was the smallest of likelihoods that since the Nephilim came into being that it would have been less sinister than it was before it was born.
But Crowley only had the Winchesters word for it and he couldn't always trust them. The antichrist problem, on the other hand...
Michael's words gave Crowley pause, while he sensed the origins of the Antichrist were indeed inherently dark, they didn't actually know enough about to really do more than just guess. "I'll admit I'm a little apprehensive when it comes to extending a welcome to someone of that persuasion," Crowley said after a moment, "for one thing, I don't know enough about their world. For another, I wasn't popular with demons in my own world, so it doesn't really give me a good track record."
He raised the glass to his lips and took another sip. "He sounds like Castiel. Never met him but I've seen him before. Seems like a sweetheart but I'm pretty sure he'd burn a hole through me if I stepped foot in his library." Crowley chuckled. "They don't make them like that back home either," he frowned slightly. "No offense, just... he and Azrael, they're.. different."