You spend six millennia with 'em and you're bound to get a bit fond.

[This doesn't really need to be a secret, other demons know that Crowley likes humans, that he likes being on Earth. They don't understand, never have, but it's not a crime, as long as he was still doing what they wanted of him. Killing another demon, losing the Antichrist, stopping the end of the world. Those were all his crimes.

It's strange now, learning he's not the only one that's soft on humans, even if Michael is apparently from a completely different kind of Hell.]

Blackberry whiskey. [in the tone of someone who thinks that's the worst idea they've ever heard.] Going over to Enso, that's the bit with those pools, yeah? That's not a load of bollocks?

[Not that he can probably trust Michael anymore than he can trust the Storyteller, but still. Can't hurt to ask.]