"Not quite that bad, but you shoulda heard the nursery rhymes that Warlock's nanny came up with..."

Adam fought a smile. "I dunno if you really want me to answer that. It's not so easy anyway. Everybody thinks 'bout ten things at once and feels even more. It's more like a cloud then reading words off a page." And people found it disconcerting if not outright frightening. Often it seemed like having privacy in your thoughts was the only thing that kept anyone sane.

But he couldn't not smile then. Crowley's fancies were always amusing. "You had to fill up your tank to get the ones he wanted. They were James Bond bullet-hole-in-the-windshield lookin' ones."

Adam looked ruefully down at his red shirt. "It's amazin' what I can do when I put my mind to it," he teased. "Am I impressive enough for us to go?"