She took the offered cigarette and tapped the tip a couple times before it warmed to a nice red cherry, giving him an I can do that too, smirk, and she took an experimental puff. Regular old tobacco and nicotine, the standard Earth cigarette.
She broke into hysterical laughter. "'Palling around,' holy shit." A drag on the cigarette to regain composure. "That's funny."
By now X was sure enough that Crowley wasn't actively trying to trap her. So she decided to answer the question. "He wasn't the palling around type. Served him for a thousand years, give or take a hundred. Wasn't really a true demon- his universe didn't have them. But he was completely obsessed with Earth mythology. He was an ascended being, and made himself into what he thought a demon should be, only better. And. When they gave me to him, he made me his 'vampire.' Really, I could eat vampires by the dozen for breakfast. And choices? I had them, I just couldn't see them or think about them."