"No, there's nobody I can actually consider using that I don't already have." Alexia said with a shrug. "They trust you, Crowley. They'll take your word, and they'll take your orders. They don't know me, so I'll be giving my orders to you directly. Don't recruit more than you yourself can handle." This was, of course, not just because the people didn't know Alexia, but because if anything were to happen where he was called away or sent back to Hell, Crowley would be the one in charge Above the pit. "It's a shame, however, that we can't harvest from other pantheons. It would be fun to know what a proper Greek meal would taste like," mused the redheaded demon, licking his lips before summoning his own cigarettes, lighting it with no flame, not visibly at least. "Oh well, we're not here to eat, we're here to plan, yes? Do you like this arrangement thus far, Cerenus? Do you have any further ideas, any better ones?"
It was odd of any King to ask the opinion of the underling, but Alexia was admittedly a scatterbrain when it came to long term plans - that's why it had been 6000 years and nothing really panned out for him, Above or Below.