Crowley wandered over to the table, pausing when she noticed the nonchalant air about the boy seated there. There was something not-quite-mortal about him, but she didn't waste the focus to figure out exactly what it was, yet. She enjoyed the mystery, at least at first.
Leaning a hip against the unoccupied chair across from him, she gave him a look, sipping lazily at her own drink. "Enjoying yourself, friend?"