"Crowley." he answers almost instantly. He isn't one for titles and would much rather be called by his name.

"I haven't been to a theatre in some time... that's all." he tries to defend himself. He knows how this looks. This isn't even the first time a man that appears to be aged around fifty has been caught binging cartoons alone in a theatre... But he's also never accidentally fallen into conversation with a lone child, so there's that. Previously, Crowley wouldn't have been caught alone, having been a very good nanny for one very diplomatic family, although even then, the demon wasn't sure whose benefit the cartoons were for, his own or the child's.

"Went a while without technology." he continues, "Long story."