Crowley is efficient in his own ways, but he had long ago learned the valuable lesson that war just wasn't for him. He'd been in the thick of things when that first spark, that initial conflict had broken out, and then the ugly fallout from the whole debacle - it just wasn't his scene.
"Names. Yep. Right. You can call me Crowley. There's an Anthony and a J that come before it but they're really only there for decoration."
He does have other names. He even has a Name, but speaking that tends to turn human's heads inside out and he's a bit squeamish about blood. Besides, Crowley is a perfectly nice name. He always felt like a Crowley.
"And yeah, Aziraphale's a friend from home. Known him ages. He's got the fluffy white wings. And the fluffy white hair too. Dresses like an Edwardian dandy. Can't miss him."
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"Names. Yep. Right. You can call me Crowley. There's an Anthony and a J that come before it but they're really only there for decoration."
He does have other names. He even has a Name, but speaking that tends to turn human's heads inside out and he's a bit squeamish about blood. Besides, Crowley is a perfectly nice name. He always felt like a Crowley.
"And yeah, Aziraphale's a friend from home. Known him ages. He's got the fluffy white wings. And the fluffy white hair too. Dresses like an Edwardian dandy. Can't miss him."