As the city appeared from thin air a large sign flashed to life over the road like an emerald gateway, 'Celliwig, the Splendored Court'. Crowley snorted at it as he tilted back on his heels to laugh at the sheer pretentiousness of the place! It seemed Fae were not in short supply of ego! It reminded him of those stuffy white boardrooms of Heaven

"Hey, Angel... clean lines, not a speck of trash anywhere, people walking around with their noses stuck up in the air... remind you of any where?"

Crowley was making a good start of not ticking off the locals.