There he sat, Crowley, King of Hell, he was seated on the throne and going over a list of people that had been condemned to Hell, he was mumbling the reasons to himself as his eyes took in each reason, his lips curled just ever so slightly as he seemed to find most of them amusing. As one's soul was only sentenced to Hell through making a deal with a demon, the reasons listed ranged from wanting to be rich to just wanting love among other things and for Crowley, this was quite the joy to read.

Despite him favouring you over the rest of the demons, he still expected you not to disturb him while he was doing his work but after a gruelling time of nothing but silence, he finally spoke up, his tone still full of amusement as he lowered the list he had.

"Apologies, just had some business to take care of..." He said glancing over to you as he then placed the paper down and replaced it with a small glat of whiskey, he had a sip and leaned back in his throne with a gruff chuckle. "You know how it is...having to run Hell." He smirked lowering the glass back down until it was back on the table. "I do always enjoy reading this list, you know?" He said still directed to you, his lips curled into another smile. "Some poor idiot down on their luck and they feel as if their only option is selling their soul and once that's up well you know how it works..."

It was true, those who were damned for Hell after selling their soul through making a deal with a demon were eventually turned into demons after they had gone through rounds of torture within the horrific landscape. His eyes once again landed on you as he talked, he was a lot more open to doing so now he had gone over what he was doing.

"And I have to commend you for actually keeping quiet, some demons think that what I tell them doesn't apply to them and do it anyway but you? You actually do as I ask but then again you've been that way since we met but it is nice for this to not be a one time thing." He commented.

"Still no word on where Moose and Squirrel are? That would really make my day actually if I could find those two morons and ruin their day but if you know where they are then I will love to know..." He smirked thinking of all the possible things he could to annoy Sam and Dean Winchester.

He moved away from his throne with that smug grin still on his face. "I do always enjoy our chats and I'm not being sarcastic, I've told you this many times how you're the only one who I can talk to without fearing you'll stab me in the back and run off to someone you think has more power than me. Care for some whiskey? I don't usually share but you really have impressed me..."

He moved back to the table with his glass and the bottle of whiskey which were still there waiting. "And I don't give compliments out and as much as I appreciate your loyalty, don't go telling the other demons I'm soft with you, I do have a reputation to uphold." He warned offering you a glass of his most finest whiskey. "It's not poisoned don't worry, if it was I wouldn't be drinking it..." He shrugged glancing around.

"I have to say I do enjoy how quiet it is when it is just you and me and no other idiot is trying to tell me something I am fully aware of..." He scoffed pouring himself a fresh glass and bringing it to his lips, the liquid went down his throat and the familiar burning sensation coursed through him but he of course enjoyed that as much as the drink itself.

"Pleasant taste, no?" He asked raising the bottle to admire it. "A fine taste and luckily for me or for maybe both of us, I have no need to acquire a fresh bottle." He chuckled showing you the almost full bottle of whiskey.

He lowered his glass once he had a long drink from it. "I've been thinking, perhaps you should actually go find the Winchesters, I don't think you've made their acquaintance just yet so I'm sure running into someone who appears so innocent might just lower their guard though still be careful." He advised. "I may hate them but I have to admit they're not entirely thick."

He commented. "Yeah...go do that..." He said.