Gabriella
Crowley couldn't stop the almost feral, amused smile as Gabriella addressed him. He knew Henry liked them young, but this was pushing it, to him. Still, he bit his tongue. He was a guest, he would behave, as long as he could.
"Thank you, dear girl. My name is Crowley," He left off the discussion of his being a demon, sensing that might not go over too well with her. "Your costume is quite lovely." This was said with a slight leer- no more than to be expected, with the sort of outfit she was in. Especailly knowing she was, indeed, Henry's.