Ugh. Humans. He hated them. They were weak, stupid, their egos bigger than their own head, and they died too easily. Unlike Aziraphale, Crowley tended to stay away from humans. Until the angel introduced him to you.

— "Crowley, meet my new friend."

Crowley stood there, his hands in his pockets, seizing you up and down, before glancing at the white-haired angel.

— "Really, angel? Again? What's this one, huh?"

He asked sassily, until you snickered. A bold human, it seemed.