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[demonicmiracle]

Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.

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[compellingstatement]

Do you just... not operate on logic?

[He shouldn't be so skeptical considering things he's seen, but honestly.]

[demonicmiracle]

[This is, in fact, the first time Crowley has been asked this question, because usually people don't actually get to hear much about his powers. The only one is Aziraphale, who operates in the same way.

He considers it for a second, then shrugs.]

I, uh, well. [Hm!] I'm a demon, aren't I? Logic's for humans, really. I've always sort of just done whatever.

[compellingstatement]

[Jon's expression shades into incredulity.]

You're patently ridiculous. Plants that are afraid of you, wings that appear and disappear, sunglasses inside or in the middle of the night, driving burning cars down the M25. Honestly. [Jon tuts and shakes his head before he turns a page and starts reading again.]

[demonicmiracle]

[There's a little chuckle at that.]

Again, demon. That's not even scratching the surface of the things that're weird about me.

[compellingstatement]

And people think I'm odd. [That's muttered with a scoff.]

Well. I'd be interested in reviewing your book in its entirety, but in the spirit of not spending several hours invading your flat, maybe I could look at more of it later. If you'd like to bring it to the Institute?

[demonicmiracle]

Ah, well, you're not as charming as I am, people notice it more.

[It's not like he's wrong.]

Sure, if you don't mind my hanging about while you read it.

[He's not leaving it alone, even in the Institute.]

[compellingstatement]

[Jon just rolls his eyes at the notion of not being charming. He can't really deny it and he doesn't feel especially compelled to make the attempt.]

Fine.

[The Archivist rises and offers the book back to Crowley, holding it carefully with both hands.]

Thank you for letting me see it.

[demonicmiracle]

[There's care in the way Crowley takes the book back; it's not inclined to fall apart while he has ownership, but it's still an old, slightly singed book.]

Seems like it's your sort of thing, 'cept without it being something that'll kill a bunch of people.

[compellingstatement]

[Further things he can't... deny.]

Yes, well. I hope you enjoy your gifts. Seeing as I've been caught, I'll be... rethinking my strategy on them. I-I didn't mean to frighten you. Or unsettle you. Sorry.

[demonicmiracle]

Hardly frightened me.

[He has to put that out there. It's true, he was a bit concerned, a little weirded out, but not frightened, and even if he was, he'd discorporate before he let anyone think that.]

Just leave a proper note if you ever go around giving gifts to people. Wouldn't hurt to put a reason, either.

[compellingstatement]

There shouldn't have to be a reason. [Muttered low.

And louder once more:] I'll just print things out. Good afternoon, Crowley.

[Jon will see himself to the door.]

[demonicmiracle]

[There absolutely should be a reason when it's from an anonymous source.

But he won't argue the point.]

Ciao!