Crowley can be affronted all he likes. Hannibal expects the very greatest of skins against finery from most. Crowley makes the list; he is one of many, only slightly more elevated in being inhuman.

"Distance reveals humanity in being eternally interconnected, not monstrosity. It shows the negative in the worst of us, revealing the positive in the very best. Monsters either know that distance is relative or they don't care. The same cannot be said about anonymity."

This scotch is good, though he can't place the vintage. His tongue darts out just the bare minimum, to catch any scotch lingering on his lip. He finds there is more to Crowley than he expected, garnered from seeing him in person, involved in his space and not just wagging his sharp little tongue about on a screen.

"Did you call on me to discuss monsters, Crowley, or humanity?"

Which do you consider yourself, he wonders.