"Just because we both have yellow eyes and dark fur, uh, hair, it doesn't mean that there's anything more than the slightest resemblance," refuted Crowley, but without rancor. The sun was too warm for that. He was quickly approaching that warm-all-over melty phase and tried to keep hold of his thoughts before they flew away.

"Anyway, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about. I've heard rumours that succubi know all the good secrets..."