"He's not." Crowley agreed all too easily in that same conspiratorial whisper Alec used, "Not... pure, pure... He indulges a lot, desserts mostly, books... other things. That's pride on display there or arrogance. Both maybe."

But the demon couldn't help but feel a sense of amused annoyance over the whole thing after all, "He's just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing."

Was it cheating not to put his faith to the test and hop out there too? Of course, but then that was what demons did. Crowley saw no harm in bending the rules on this.

"Oi, Angel! As you are doing all the heavy lifting make sure you pick out some large sparkly ones! If they are too dull we might have to sent you back out there."