Crowley gave him his third best skeptical look.

"De Structen? Don't tell me, another personification of an abstract concept? But you're not a horseman..."

He looked at him for a moment, puzzled, then shrugged and drank some of his wine.

"Sorry. None of my business."

Then he grinned. "You liked that bit with the wings, huh? John's a mate of mine. He doesn't mind if I take the mickey out of him. Well, not too much."

Crowley held his glass aloft once more, "And how about you, 'William'? Will you also drink to relics and screwing humanity?"