It took a second for the joke to register as such, lighting a weak smile on the demon's face when it finally did so. Crowley even managed to squelch most of the old, familiar pang of jealousy that flared in his chest whenever he heard the name.

"Miserable hack," he chuckled quietly.

One of them needed to decide where the conversation should go from that point and Crowley, frankly, hadn't the vaguest idea. Thankfully (or not), the waiter made the choice for them, choosing this point to reappear and ask for their selections for the evening. Crowley self-consciously released the angel's wrist.