"Of course you're not stupid," John said wearily. He wasn't going to keep arguing in circles with someone who was clearly enjoying being miserable and wanted to share the experience. "But if you don't mind my saying so, mate, you are one bloody frustrating son of a bitch to try to hold a conversation with. Don't take it personally, though, I talk that way to most everybody. ...Stephen who?"

He wanted to tell Raphael exactly why he trusted Crowley--the latest reason, specifically--just to see the look on his face, but frankly it was none of Raphael's business. And the fewer people who knew about it, the better.