Crowley rubbed their hands together. They were grateful for their shades now more than ever, as they hid the fact that their eyes flickered nervously. Looked anywhere but their companions face, unable to meet their gaze.

“I, uh. I’ve been lookin’ at some... human concepts,” they said with an attempt at a casual shrug. They paused a moment. “They’re interesting. Yknow, they create all kinds of genders, and those descriptions for what they feel-... well, I’m rambling, huh? Uh. So, I think I... well, you know. There’s this... label. Gender-fluid. I think... well, I think it fits me, really.”