"That could be a bit of a problem." Crowley got to his feet. He had Anna's Grace neatly contained, an stashed away. Being a demon gave him the perfect excuse, and reason, for not telling her about it. Hell, for all he knew, she wouldn't want it back anyway.
"Especially since you stink. And did I mention, you look like hell?" Johan growled low in his chest. Crowley silenced him with a glare. "And what's with the kitten?" He eyed the little furball. Kittens were not Crowley's thing.