"That damned cat needs a name." Crowley knew the power of names. He'd given Johan his name so that he would have his own identity. He wasn't just a hell hound, anymore. The beast had taken to his name, made it his own.
He grumbled under his breath as he poured a drink for Anna and dumped water in the cat's bowl. What did she think he was, some kind of house maid service? If she only knew he had her Grace, oh things would be vastly different. But he wasn't willing to let that information get out just yet.