"Your impurity smells," Crowley stated. He just wasn't going to let it go. He needed something to focus on, and that was it. Being human sucked. Crowley remembered that much. He'd been human in the 18th century, and times were a lot different then.
"Why would I want that? You've got gaping holes. I don't like blood. It's so...messy." He made a face and waved a dismissive hand. He clicked his tongue, as if she'd done something wrong to cause this, and to earn his contempt. Mostly he was just pushing her to see how hard she'd push back.