"Crawl— Crowley! Fancy running into you here!"

You said happily as you noticed the demon Crowley, sat not too far away from you, ordering whatever he considered drinkable - even though Rome times are never particularly rich in options.

He shifted and regarded you for a few moments, before giving a dull hum and looking back to the bartender who was grabbing a bottle of dark wine.

You didn't enjoy the awkward silence, so you tried,

"...Still a demon, then?"

That caught Crowleys' attention. He looked at you in utter disbelief as he spat out,

"What kind of stupid question is that; 'still a demon,' What else am I gonna be, an aardvark?"

He was silent for a few moments as the bartender placed the wine infront of him and walked off to tend to another person.

Finally, though, as he noted the silence, he gave a grumble as he tried to change the subject.

"...So, Angel, any reason you're in Rome? Sneaking in and giving a little miracle, perhaps...?"