The man held all the old-fashioned titles. Most people who did so were frauds. Only a handful possessed real knowledge about heaven, hell and magic. He watched the man take a place in front of him while his insults perled off the demon's skin. The angel would be in shock over such behaviour; Crowley, however, did not care.
He held out a hand for the other man to take. "Anthony J. Crowley. Pretentious wanker," he introduced himself with a smirk. The demon was almost proud he had been able to say the words without a stumble. His brain was still trying to catch up with everything that had been said.