Anderson's his name, he's an asshole. Hope it's the same one and I don't have to deal with two of them.

[Although really, Anderson seems to be something of a special case, more than just a member of the clergy. Crowley isn't about to ask, though.

Crowley hovers for a moment, suddenly uncertain, before taking a seat beside Martin, waiting for his.... verdict, he supposes.] That's — that's not inaccurate. He's a bit fussy, can be a right bastard when he has to be.

[It's clear this is a good thing, in Crowley's opinion.]