"I can give him enough sex and war to keep him occupied for some time. You would never believe how many whores could be found on such a small, seemingly insignificant little island. It really does what's left of my heart good," He smirked, realizing he was being a bit insensitive in not offering Alexia a smoke. He removed the cigar tin from his coat, holding it up- he trusted the smokes would be willed away, if he wanted one.
When Alexia mentioned his plans, Crowley couldn't stop the little thrill that went through him- ambition had never been one of his major sins, before, but the prospect of seeing the Earth not only preserved, but in the hands of one of the few beings he believed would run it properly (read: to his advantage)? It was like Christmas came early. "There was a bit too much exposition, there, near the end, but you get high marks for thickening a plot, Brother. And of course, you'll have to give me the name of this Brother of yours, so I might maim him and take the position for myself. Hell knows I couldn't have someone else leading you astray in this whole fiasco," The last sentence was entirely a joke, a demon's shot at modesty.