He studied her as she removed her fingers from his. Wisely, he decided, as he wasn't all that fond of being touched by strangers, let alone those closer to him. It was part of that demon thing, if someone was touching you they probably had ill intent of some kind. Or sometimes good intent, which was ill if you were a demon. Either way, the woman looked about ready to make a mad dash as far away from him as possible, again probably wise, while she waited for an answer.
"No, we've not met before." She simply intrigued him was all. Nothing more, nothing less. Crowley held no intentions toward the woman, just a curiosity.
He supposed he should probably either introduce himself to put her at ease, because even though he was a demon, he just wasn't in the mood for frightening someone off. At least not at the moment, the desire could wax and wane with the moments. In a minute, he might change his mind. It wasn't as if being something like a demon was all that strange in a City that was touting vampires and things.
Besides, what would the woman do if she found out? Run screaming? Try to get him into bed like that one other woman attempted - and failed thankyouverymuch.
Crowley extended a hand to her, hoping she wouldn't take it as she'd finally released both her grip on his shirt and on his hands. "My name is Crowley. Anthony Crowley, and I hadn't meant to cause you concern. You just intrigued me."