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"And what do you do with the good ones?" Crowley asked, pulling out his silver cigarette case and plucking one. And on a second thought he offered one to Fin as well.

"I audition, or accept if I've already been offered the role," Fin said, pausing and adding. "Uh, I don't think you can smoke here, mate."

"Let them arrest me," he replied, scornfully putting the cigarette between his lips and lifting his lighter, but then not lighting up.

"You're that actor. Have we met? I feel like we've met. Maybe not. Maybe I just saw a thing you were in. But it feels like...Hmm. Nevermind. I meet hundreds of people. Can't remember them all."

"Sorry, I'm not always good with faces," Fin confessed. "We may have though."

"It's no matter. You can call me Crowley," he said, extending his hand. In the other he still clutched his lighter and the cigarette remained unlit.

"Finlay," he replied, taking the offered hand. "It's nice to meet you."

Crowley seriously doubted that. Unless Finlay meant nice as in accurate rather than nice as in pleasant.

"Much the same," he replied. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and laid it down so he could pick up his cup and take a sip.

"Who was that woman talking to you?" he asked.

"Oh, my new assistant," Fin replied. "I had to let my last assistant go after she, um, well went a bit mental, honestly. Aria's nice though, and she keeps me organized."

"She has nice legs," Crowley noted. "Important for standing, hmm? And she keeps you organized? You do know Google could do that for you."

Crowley thought a moment and decided it might be nicer to have a Aria to fill in Google rather than have to do it himself. Perhaps he should get a lackey.

"Google doesn't know which of my co-stars aren't on speaking terms, or not to leave me alone with a grabby executive," Fin shrugged. "Aria, on the other hand, does."

"Then Google clearly needs to up their algorithm game," he chuckled. Yes he definitely needed a lackey. "Grabby executives are more common than not. Or so I've heard. Despicable beings. So utterly human in the worst ways."

"Yeah, well, the whole industry is full of shitheads," Fin confessed. "This one is one of the worst though."

"The worst in what way?" Crowley asked. He was sure he already knew part of the answer. Not in a Damned way. No. Likely in an entirely Human way.

"You know what way," Fin replied simply, shaking his head. "I don't go to his office alone, and I've definitely never let him corner me at a party, let's just leave it at that."

Definitely human.

"He should get what's coming to him. Bad karma, I believe they call it."

"A nice thought, but I'm not holding my breath," Fin snorted, shaking his head. "Men like that don't fall. They might stumble or go into hiding for a bit, but they never fall."

"Well, you never know," Crowley said blithely. "You'd be surprised at what can be Arranged. There was a time smiting men like that was all the fashion. Smitings everywhere..."

"Smitings?" Fin laughed. "Right, yeah, sure. Maybe he'll be smited. ...Smote? I dunno the proper term."

"It certainly isn't smitten," Crowley chuckled. He made a mental note to look into this. The lad was charming and Crowley had a bit of free time...and it wasn't unheard of that he fill in for the angel sometimes. Perhaps he'd see what he could do.

Fin laughed again, pushing his hair back and smiling despite the grim topic.

"You have a lovely laugh. Pardon me for being rude, my dear, but it's not entirely human, is it? A bit special, aren't you?" he asked lightly.

Fin's smile faded slightly and he looked away.

"Special isn't the word I'd use," he said finally.

"Special is a perfectly suitable word. All words are made up anyway. I, myself, am rather special in my own way."

He took another sip of his tea that was still steaming, even after all these minutes.

"Oh?" Fin asked, looking just a bit uneasy. He hadn't had much luck with other fae.

"Don't get constipated, dear boy," Crowley chuckled. "I'm nothing like you, if that's what worries you."