“Crowley, what does the J stand for?”
“Hm?”
“The J, Crowley. In your name. What does it stand for?”
“Oh, it’s just, you know, a J. You add a nice J into the name, adds a bit of rhythm.”
“You did just fine as Anthony Crowley for two hundred years. Why do you suddenly need a J?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, angel, I’m a–”
“Oh, my dear. It stands for James, doesn’t it?”
“What? No, I don’t know why you’d–”
“Is this why you bought those silly stickers? I thought they looked ridiculous in the car window–”
“They’re not ridiculous! They’re fun–”
“You named yourself after James Bond, that’s rather sweet–”
“It isn’t sweet! I’m not sweet! I’m a foul fiend, a demonic heathen, a–”
“You’re adorable.”
“Oh, shut up.”
…
“Do you introduce yourself as Crowley, Anthony Cr–”
“Shut up!”


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