Crowley rubbed his hands together as he stepped into the little alleyway. He was on edge, as he always was. He was breaking rules, after all. He supposed he wasn’t getting the short end of the stick, granted, but it was still a very dangerous – very stupid – idea.

Meeting with a Jedi.

The thought alone made a burst of anxiety twist his gut. He had practiced a lie in his mind in case he was caught, of course – he was only getting close to the Jedi to betray them later, that was all. He knew it was all the more dangerous for his companion. Were he at all kind, the smartest tactic would be to cut them off, and never speak to them again. But one look at them made him settle. And for once, he thanked the spirits he was selfish.