"Pity, I'm in the mood for company." Crowley moved so that he was in front of her, blocking her path. She was so easy, he really ought to have tired of it. But she entertained him, in her own way, whether it was intentional or not. He didn't exactly play it straight with her, but he wasn't pretentious about it, either. He just liked to mess with her, and get under her skin.
She was one of the few beings he bothered with. There were others, but Anna was special to him. They had history.