"Or, had you more... pressing matters to attend to..." Crowley couldn't help but smirk at Watson's reaction to the waitress. At least he attempted to hide it behind a drink of whiskey, eyes sparkling behind the shades he wore.
"Oh, please, Doctor. Call me Crowley. Anthony, if you prefer. Times are far less formal, for better or worse." He seemed to think for a second, before nodding once.
"A good game of hazard, and a drink to allow you to relax. Then, we'll see what you desire, yes?" He started to lead them back towards one of the craps tables that was relatively vacant, moving over to where the gamesmaster was standing. "I'll take over, darling," She seemed to know better than to argue, simply calling the table closed and ushering the people away.