Crowley leaned in to see her better. Though he didn't really move, something about him softened, all his prickle resolving. He offered her a finger and she grabbed it.

"Awh, aren't you the sweetest little thing? Such a grip," he cooed at her, much the way he'd spoken to Warlock when he was wee.

"You're going to be so terribly charming, dear girl. With the right influences you'll be able to crush every nasty-wasty foe you ever meet. Yes, you will. Yes. You. Will."