Could he do it? Crowley hadn’t a clue. But there was the gun, which if this human was familiar with demons, probably didn’t pack regular bullets. And, was the man packing Holy Water? Crowley wanted to laugh. He didn’t know what demons this human had been messing with, but it certainly wasn’t one born of angel stock. Most of the demons Crowley knew were fallen angels. Though Crowley himself didn’t so much fall a saunter vaguely downwards.
Just hung out with the wrong crowd was all. And look where it got him. Rubbish as a proper demon, saving the world and ending up on Hell’s shit list. Now this human was going to sit there and point a gun at him. While insulting him.
Crowley waved a hand in front of him. The gun transformed into something a bit less threatening to him. Plastic instead of metal. Foam instead of bullets. “I already told you, I don’t know who you are. And I certainly don’t know who Azazel is. It was I who tempted Eve in Eden. I’ve been here longer than you have, ages even. Hell, they say I’ve gone native. Now, unless this is some joke from either Hastur or Ligur, I am going to get back in my Bentley and find my flat.”