Crowley looked over at the new person who didn't really seem like he'd been in this stupid city for too long. Too bloody cheerful, maybe?

And he frowned, admitting with reluctance, "I wasn't actually trying to hit it."

And then he smelt blood, any demon worth his corporeal form would recognize the scent. He sniffed the air and turned toward the scent and his eyes adjusted to the dark shadows beyond the lamp posts' reach to spot the prone form. "What the.....?"