"A sight to behold, I'm sure." Crowley sputters, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. He isn't sure how he'd blend in. himself. He could sprout a pair of horns, normally, but he's feeling strangely tired.

"All demons are this aggressive. You either play into it or try to impress them to disarm them somehow. I dunno... guile is likely the answer, either way."