[Once there's whiskey in his glass, Crowley raises it in a toast, before taking a sip.]

Might be best if it's a stranger.

[A truly neutral party, as it were.

As for the requests on his end, Crowley shrugs.]

Don't screw me over? [A small thing, really.] Supposed I'd appreciate your help, if I ever find myself in a sticky situation, but there's no need for that to be in writing.

[He's willing to let that be a gentleman's agreement.]