interesting would be too good of a word to use for the interesting personalities the previous king of hell had encountered throughout the time spent. always having a glass of subpar dark liquid at hand, he was less than impressed. right now, silently begging to have a bit of chaos or a spark of something occur. if only his little minions had decided to join in this far fetched of a state capital; as idiotic as they were. the unappreciative, no good, backstabbing little twats which he considered his little workers. if he had to admit ( which would never in the seven hells happen ) the winchesters were better allies than demons. which unfortunately said a lot of his part, god, he must be growing senile after spending time in an unknown afterlife. crowley was far too in his diabolical mind to notice a young woman standing perhaps too close for comfort. should he offer a sassy remark? perhaps polish off his suit with a unique threat? no, even those seemed redundant with the current conditions. “ who might you be? ” tone filled with his infamous husk; sensing something different about this one. “ or would it be more appropriate to ask what are you? ” he added on while taking in the rest of his drink.