What exactly was that supposed to mean? Was this woman hitting on him? That was amusing enough and he had half a mind to inform her just what he was and that while that was enough of a mind fuck, it would be more to know that it would take far too much effort to equip himself for the sorts of things that came from flirting with the opposite sex. Or at least what appeared to be a gender identifiable form.
Crowely both was a man and was not at the same time. Gender neutral beings. Lacking proper parts to denote either gender. But he couldn't exactly tell her that, could he?
"Well, London isn't quite Hell. I believe if we are going to compare Hell on Earth to anywhere with even a half degree of accuracy it would have to be Gary, Indiana in the United States." What could he say to make her shove off? There were certainly things he could tempt her to, get some work done while trying to be left alone, but he had a sneaking suspicion that anything he came up with she had done worse.
Far far worse.
"Glad you found an end to your boredom." Now kindly please go away.