Crowley wandered into the playground some time ago, and since then he's been trying to figure out where he is and how to get back to Rome. He has a feeling it might be related to the weird metal contraptions over here that seem to be attracting a lot of children, only what is a playground doing in this day and age? Talk about anachronistic.

This time it seems there's an angel over here. An angel in a very tiny body, all things considered. An angel in a very tiny body who also is practically screaming with power. Archangel, then. You wouldn't find anything higher ranked than an archangel here on Earth.

Crowley's wary, certainly; archangels are a pain, even if he's never directly met one yet. Still, if this one wanted to smite him or something he'd be dead already. So maybe he's just here on a mission. There's been talk of a Messiah among the Hebrew folk, so maybe the Man Upstairs is finally making his move. Funny, Crowley figures he would have heard about it, maybe from Aziraphale. Not that they're currently on speaking terms.

So here's a toga-wearing Crowley sauntering up to the kid.

"You are awfully small for an archangel," he says conversationally. No big deal, no threat here, just a demon trying to talk up the local divinity. Maybe he can get some information as to what's going on.