Henry
"It's entirely not true," He finished, taking a drink of the wine he'd willed up for himself. "There are quite a few things that pave the roads in Hell, but none of them have anything to do with Good. You're not as far off track as those in your time would have you believe, Henry. As I'm sure you've gathered, things have rather relaxed, in the centuries since."
Crowley looked around the room, smiling at the mingling crowd, the sense of propriety in most of them, laced with the desire for Sin. Had he been on the clock, it would have almost been too easy.
"And which of the beautiful ladies has the pleasure of your escort tonight, then?" He had yet to meet anyone except Gabrielle in that later continuity. He figured the answer, at the least, would be interesting.