Well, insults was it? Crowley rolled his eyes from behind his sunglasses. Humans, always going right for the insults. It was hard to insult someone who was mostly immune to raging. If this human thought he was going to get under Crowley’s skin, he had another thing coming.
At least he got the demon thing right. But that was about it. Crowley could change shape as he chose, but he preferred the one he currently had. It was an attractive form. It was comfortable. It felt like him. Just like the name Crowley suited him. It was… him.
“You got the demon part right, but not the rest.” Crowley shut the door of his Bentley and walked over to the man wielding the gun. “I don’t know who Sam is. I don’t know who you are. Don’t know about your car, either. I am Crowley, and this is the City. That’s all I know. Now, if you don’t mind, I want to find my flat and take a long sleep.”