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"You knew I was fae though," Fin said, still cautious, but relaxing slightly.

"Obviously," he replied. "Anyone with any sense would know. Lucky for you that very few humans have any sense at all," he added with a bit of a laugh.

"Yeah, but... How did you know? What was it you noticed?" Fin pressed. "How can I hide it?"

"Why...your soul, lad. That's what I'm in the business of. I can tell because, well, I'm very used to human souls so the ones that aren't stand out," he replied.

"What's wrong with my soul?" Fin asked, looking down at himself as if he might see what the other man could see.

"Nothing at all," he promised. "It's just clear to me you're not human. Therefore, no need to try to corrupt you. And any time I don't have to work is a wonderful day indeed. Let me buy you a cup of tea,"

Fin hesitated, then nodded a bit and shrugged one shoulder. "Alright," he agreed finally.

"Excellent," the demon smiled, then flagged down a server. "What are you? Earl Grey man? Or more of a Jasmine sort of fellow?"

"Neither, honestly. I prefer strong black tea, to be honest. No milk, no sugar," Fin replied.

"Strong black?" he nodded, then relayed the order. The server had scuttled away as if he'f heard a shocking secret he had no business knowing.

"So you're a demon then?" Fin asked, eyeing Crowley curiously. "What does that mean, really? Like, what sort of things do you do?"

"Awww ohhh, wellll," he drawled. "I mess people about, corrupt souls and such. Not long ago I took down the rntire mobile network here in London. Everyone indulged in Wrath. It was beautiful."

"Why? I mean, what do you get out of it?" Fin asked, tilting his head curiously.

"Out of it? It's my job," he replied, as if that was all the answer required.

"So you get paid to do it?" he asked, leaning back in his seat. Like this it was clear how frail and thin the fae was. He almost looked fragile, as though he'd shatter if he tipped his chair back too far.

"No. No, it's more like...incentive to not be dumped in a tub of Holy Water," he replied. He eyed Fin up and down, then leaned forward. "Would you like a bite to eat? You look like a man I know..."

"I'm not hungry," Fin lied, shrugging one shoulder. "I'd rather hear more about your job."

"My job isn't that interesting. And even less so, now. Since we avoided the Apocalypse I'm a bit...between jobs. For the first time ever, I can do as I please," he said.

"What would you love to do then?" Fin asked. "I mean if you're free to do what you want, you should."

"I'd have to think on it," Crowley replied, looking thoughtful. "My angel has a bookshop. He loves that, has had it for years. Me? I've never been able to stick with one thing for long. We shall see what happens."

"I dunno if you're talking about your boyfriend or an actual angel," Fin admitted, rocking back in his chair a little.

"Oh, erm, well...an actual angel, of course. My counterpart. Nemesis, really. Grand enemies in the fight between Heaven and Hell."

He paused briefly.

"He is certainly not my boyfriend."

"You don't talk about him like an enemy," Fin pointed out. "I mean, you talk about him like he's yours."

"That's because he is mine," he said. "We were both put here, in the Garden, and we've been here ever since. You can't have Evil without Good, now can you?"

"I wouldn't know, I'm hardly an expert on either," Fin replied with a laugh. "But alright, he's your counterpart then."