Small pranks, like rearranging the room, may have seemed petty to most, but they just amused Crowley and he grinned at the suggestion, steadily raising his hand and lowering it again, making the table lift into the air, slowly spin and then land upside-down. "Making maids go crazy is always hilarious."
There was absolutely no point denying it and Crowley even looked smug. "Nothing wrong with a little over-indulgence sometimes, keeps immortality fun and exciting. Plus it tastes good." At least it did when it involved Kol's blood.
He had to admit, the idea was tempting. "Next time we capture one of the Lucifer loyalists in a local, we'll try it. Just not tell the others, they'll pout and whine about things." Wah wah, poor ickle humans, wah. Generally speaking, Crowley couldn't care less about the hosts, unless it was someone he already had an interest in, like Kol. And he had to laugh. "Oh, Sam Winchester threatens me with the Colt at least once a month. One day he might actually go through with it, but not if he's not prepared to get yelled at by his wife."