[Crowley weighs up saying more about shapes and the way things should work, but after a few restless taps of his fingers against his mug, decides against it.]

Suppose so, but time is... difficult. You can hold it, for a bit, if you're clever, but moving through it, changing it... [He shrugs, not quite realising that talking about holding time is as weird as admitting he should have a big pair of wings.] Whatever's dragged us here has a lot of power, but even that might be beyond 'em.