[A couple of weeks ago, he might have baulked slightly at Jon, it would've felt a bit too familiar. But Crowley's opinion of the man has shifted enough that he's willing to give it a go.]

Not much for eating, really, in either shape. [Crowley keeps talking as he wanders over to the kitchen, setting the kettle to boil, his voice carrying easily through the apartment.] They've been useful, though, turns out the plants are a bit scared of them, mice make a mess of their roots if they get digging in there, so they're a good threat.

[It's been long enough that his plants have learned Fear.]