"If you don't want me thinking that, you shouldn't go around looking like... That," he says, gesturing with one hand before shoving it in his pocket. God, he wants to go for his gun but he's stopping himself. It's hard but he is.

"Yeah well... You spend a lot of time in Mexico and you pick up a few things from the Catholic Church. Gotta say? There's not much you could tell me like this I'd be likely to believe." Not unless he already knew him, as Crowley, though damn he'd have to think about that long and hard still.

"So... uhmm.... Is this your natural form, or just in the mood to be terror in the top of five of terrors for Halloween?"