"He is exactly as I meant him to be." Crowley shook off his trenchcoat, barely sparing a glance at Johan and the nameless kitten. Crowley was not a cat person. Demons, as a rule, preferred dogs. Fiercer, loyal to a fault, and trainable. Cats were more self involved, and seemed to have a general dislike of demons. Crowley was perfectly fine with that.
He hung his coat, and immediately fixed himself a drink. He didn't drink to get drunk, he drank for something to occupy his hands. He swirled the glass, finger stirred the ice. "You look rather like a new recruit after the first day Below."