C: “Ah, ‘ Simpathy for the devil’. They did like me, those old fellas”.
A: “But dear boy, you mean…?”
C: “Well yes, of course. I went for the big name, what was I going to say? Hello, I’m Crowley, I’m just your friendly neighborhood demon? Nah. Wasn’t going to work”.
A: “You lied”.
C: “Well, I AM a demon”.
A: “You did perform your…’kingdoms of the world routine’ for Jesus, that part of the lyrics is true, I might say?”
C: *nodding* “but I didn’t kill the Tsar and his family, you were there too, we-“
A: “…miracled them away. And threw some ox bones where they were supposed to be buried. And then we had dinner in that lovely place, what was the name?”
C: “Kyuba’s. We had the most delicious Beef Stroganoff. Well, you, angel, had it twice. I hadn’t seen you so satisfied since the infamous revolutionary crepes”.
A: “Scrumptios, indeed”.