Crowley poked at the food, just to annoy Snape, before stabbing a piece of unsauced pork and chewing on it thoughtfully.

"What do you know? You can actually cook," the demon said, smirking. "See how much better meat can be if you don't boil it to death?"

He took another piece of meat and swirled it liberally in the sauce before popping it in his mouth. It took a few seconds. At first, it registered as pleasantly tangy with a bit of spice. Crowley wasn't worried about that - he had eaten and enjoyed very spicy foods on occasion, though not constantly as Snape seemed to believe. Then it hit the back of his throat and Crowley was left gasping.

"Holy fuck," he managed, then spying some beer, raced down the table, snapped the end off one of the bottles and downed it entirely.