Crowley was drunk. While feeding the man with lies seemed appropriate, it was not something he trusted his mind with right now. Ten minutes later he might be asked about the number of his nipples and the demon would be tempted to say three just for fun.
"Pass," he merely said, waving his hand and slid back into the chair. "So... what does a demonolo-olologist-" Speaking was hard. "- do in this place? Caught any yet?"