Slithering back around to his front, Crowley hissed once again as he caught sight of a small piece of singed flesh, from under the priest's robes. Careful to only touch the material, for the moment, he peeled the fabric away, revealing a conspicuous brand on the man's chest.
"Illuminati? And the surprises just keep on coming..." Fingertips brushed over the marks, a spark of fire erupting where the demon touched the Holy sign. To be fair, it burned like Hell for the both of them- Crowley, for one, was used to it. Wanting to make sure he was going to be able to have his fun, Crowley let his finger move over to the other side of Patrick's chest, satisfied when the burning dulled, to the usual resistance he felt from any relatively-pure mortal.