Crowley snorts, attempting to blow smoke rings and failing. He would agree with Bigby--pissing your father off is always a worthwhile endeavor. Unfortunately, Crowley's own father doesn't take that sort of thing very well. Though at least he's pro-cigarettes. He tends to rely on Crowley to buy them, even, which can be a real pain in the ass--especially when Michael confiscates Crowley's packs.

"Yeah, same. Actually, I don't even know what our class did. Like Hell was I getting involved with that." He grins. "I like that idea, though. Real monsters, big wolves and demons and dragons and shit."

Best shit ever. Can you tell he only watches action movies?

Crowley leans against the wall as well, trying to mirror Bigby's slouch.

"Yeah. I feel ya, man."