Crowley blinked. And listened to the ramble. And blinked again. "Are we diagramming? Is this a thing now? Some crazy diagram with circles and damn giving? And mime, apparently." Mime was just weird. Still, Crowley was listening. Even if the words seemed to make no sense, because what was being implied wasn't the kind of thing that was ever implied about someone like him. "So, what you're saying is people you're not related to are now in that circle and it's possible that I'm one of them? Because I'd kind of like you to actually define 'insane lengths' because I've seen how your family can go completely batshit bonkers when they want to, and that's disconcerting." It involved things like crazy hybrid brothers going on unhelpful killing sprees and mad sisters talking about deals.
Of course, Crowley did have every intention of bringing up the slip. Later. Right now he was more focused on being terribly offended. "Maybe, maybe Ruby and that's only because she's wearing a tiny person right now and I think that possibly makes her a pocket sized demon. Me, on the other hand, I don't do cute. You take that back."