The arched brow raised further. "You work for him?" There was a soft hiss of amusement, but then Crowley tilted his head slightly. Oh, bless. Lucifer had mentioned something about this one, hadn't he?
The demon tapped his fingers against his chin for a moment, then turned and slipped inside the office, leaving the door open behind him. He picked up a ledger and flipped it open. "Sam, is it? Sam... not Winchester... Oliver. Sam Oliver?" Another glance, the shades still covering his eyes.
"Rent is paid, utilities are paid, your allowance has been received. Gaudium collects the souls you drop off." The ledger snapped shut, and Crowley looked back at the young man. "What's the problem?"