He turned to her. Shadow initially cast him in darkness, accentuated by the dark fabric of his suit. He shifted, stepped in to the light. "You do not," he answered, dark eyes taking in, drinking in, the sight of her.
"I am called Crowley," he stated. Whether or not 'Crowley' was his name was irrelevant; it was the only name he had to give. He held his gaze steady on her form. She reminded him of someone, someone he'd known long ago and couldn't quite place in memory.