“Always the optimist,” Crowley said, standing against one of the walls in a dark suit and sunglasses, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants. “Focusing on the dinner party part of it.” He had been there, silently watching for a few moments and analyzing his surroundings. The door had latched once he entered, shutting himself and everyone else he assumed as well.... inside. There was an angelic being to one side that seemed to refuse to take it's human form.
Curious.
There was a green man, which Crowley took definite interest in. Probably another demon from another realm. Then there was Raven, the young demon, who looked uncomfortable. And of course, Aziraphale... already helping himself to the food. As was to be expected.
“I rather think Raven is on to something with her kidnapping theory.” The demon pushed off away from the wall and started walking toward them. “Though who'd want to kidnap a bunch of angles and demons, erm?”