"I prefer to call it the show of Why Ruby is Less Annoying Than Others, we can't let your ego get too big now, can we." He paused as if finished with his point, before the smirk came back and he raised his glass to her. "And yes, you've still got it, delivered and then some. Domestic life hasn't made you soft after all." Which was a relief. She'd be so boring then, and then where would he be?
"Half of them are incapable of actually having a thought of their own," he rolled his eyes, with a hint of disgust. Really, demons. Now, he wasn't one to hate on his own kind, but some of them were just morons.
Crowley listened to her speak her piece, and it was a sign of his regard for her that he actually listened, and didn't just nod along. "Maybe we'll be on other sides one day, maybe we won't be. Right now one thing we know for sure is if Lucifer wins then we're both dead. And after that," he half shrugged. "I'm not an idiot. Doesn't exactly scream healthy to me to invite Winchester and friends wrath down on my head. Besides," he paused to sip the scotch. "Believe it or not, I don't actually want to have to fight you. You and me want the same thing, love. The status quo as it is. Some demons, some hunters, win some, lose some. Worked well enough for centuries, doesn't need to change now." And maybe one day a hunter would decide to take him on. That day was not today.
Still, he did sigh, staring at his drink for a moment. "It's messy. Half of hell is falling over itself to kiss his arse. The other half just seems lost, like little demonic lambs." The arrogant smirk was back though. "Please, like I'd get figured out by anyone. He thinks we're all worshiping his angelic self. Did have to time the getting out properly though. Tempted a few deals to cause a bit of political unrest in various places," he waved a dismissive hand, as if potentially destablizing a small country was no big deal. Well, frankly it wasn't when compared to his own survival. "Oops."