The door was pushed open, and a dark-haired young man with good cheekbones and dark sunglasses over his eyes leaned in the doorway. He was wearing an expensive looking suit and snakeskin shoes. He arched an eyebrow behind the rims of his glasses.
"You understand, this is private property. The rear doors are for staff only."
Crowley was only mildly perturbed. So far, he'd had to send off three lilim, five demons, eight mortals who were trying to proclaim themselves Satanists, and one rather annoying cherubim. All had been looking for Lucifer.