[It might be a bad idea, meeting Lilith on what's likely something of a home turf for her, but Crowley's fairly confident that she isn't interested in fucking him over. At least as long as he plays nice.

So he turns up, follows her when she asks, and takes a careful seat once they've reached their destination. Despite the faint paranoia, Crowley looks relaxed as anything, but that's a long-practiced art.]

A bit hard to settle in the middle of a war, but I've done my best. Think I've got myself something of a job, that'll be interesting.

[He's never really worked, outside of Hell-business.]