Crowley pressed his sunglasses back up, his mouth still twisted into a smirk that he was sure that only Lucy might be able to read1.
Instead of answering, Crowley took a spoonful of batter, began to bring it to his own mouth, but flung it at his guest instead. "Oops," he declared, innocent as a man who hissed could be. "So clumsy."
1. Later, Crowley would come to realize that Lucy might not be able to read him as clearly as he'd thought. Much, much later, that was. For now, he was blissful to simply be around him.