"Let's face it, Brother. The greeks are this universe's equivolent- ironically so- of a fraternity of exceptionally retarded adolescents. They bicker, they fight, but they're not a threat to you; they act on parlor tricks and little experiments with humans, not even on a scale worthy their status. It's rather... pathetic, really. I will admit, even I've gotten rather disgusted with their antics, lately, and I'm used to the Heavenly Host. But believe me when I say, they will fight for us- better the devils they know, and all."
Crowley nodded at the discussion of Satan's sons, a bit of a lazy puff of smoke accompanying the praise, subtly smug. "If you had someone you'd wanted me to find specifically, I would, but they make it rather damn easy; I'll admit, I've done very little active recruiting, save Thorn and the Greeks, since arriving."