Smiling, Crowley held up his hands. "Well, if you say so, Marquis."

Then he laid his head on the back of the couch. His jaw was still aching a bit.

"I don't know that it's all angels, but two that I know of for sure. I strongly suspect the third but only because no one can spend time around Belial without doing it." Crowley smirked. "The fourth? No way."