Crowley made a faint tired sound that could have been the beginning of a giggle, but clearly wasn't because demons didn't.

"I think you understand pretty well. Much more so than most people. At least you accept the fact of our existence. I've always been surprised that humans seem to live in a state of permanent denial about that. Not that I'm one to speak, I guess, but I'm allowed to be a hypocrite. Comes with the territory."

He grinned.

"And you're right. They are bastards. But now some of them are my bastards."