"Someone who actually likes books and doesn't want to see them burned," Loki declared glaring at Crowley. "I wouldn't trust anyone who'd fry an innocent animal for no reason with a book."

He was well aware that it might not be wise to anger the demon once again, but he'd never been particularly well known for his caution and had developed a strong dislike for Crowley. He'd thought he could make friends with him once, yes, but that plan had gone out the window the moment the demon had threatened Freki and Geri. Their meetings hadn't gone well since then and by now any chance of friendship between them was probably long lost. Loki didn't tend to cry over spilled milk. In his opinion he'd survived worse enemies than a single demon.