Crowley shrugged again, taking a long pull from his cigarette in thought. "Well, you've got the time and power, now, to make them believe. And half the fun is showing up the non-believers, like ruining the end of the riddle. That shouldn't be a problem, when you decide how you want to do it."
The new smile actually had the effect of making Crowley's settle some, a bit more sober at the praise. "I know, Ashmedai. And I told you before, I'm glad to be yours. You really should have hit me, for not realizing this sooner,"