Something akin to a frown passed over Crowley's face, at hearing his old Lord had left, but it passed when Alexia went on. At being called her 'toy', he gave an unamused eyebrow raise, but held his tongue, letting his brother go on.
At the talk of paying him well, his smile turned hungry, a little crroked in its own right, and a shoulder rolled in a fluid shrug. "You know I didn't do it with you in mind, unfortunately. I was looking for a fall man, and the hothead seemed to read my mind. Like I said, this week has been working in much as my favor, it seems, as your own, Ashmedai." He knew Alexia wasn't a fan of his usual kiss-ass techniques, at least not as thick as they were laid on in mixed company. It was backhanded respect, to admit to his own motives- circular logic, but there it was.