“I beg your pardon?”

There’s a small boy sitting next to Crowley, doing his very best not to appear utterly engrossed in the cartoon. He figures that if he carefully schools his face into an expression of annoyed boredom and snorts derisively every so often no one will notice how deeply he’s been taken in.

“I’m flattered, of course, but I can’t say we’ve ever met before, either in this world or the one before.”