The fire having subsided somewhat after two hastily drunk beers, Crowley looked incredulously at Snape and caught his little smirk. That did it. Crowley lost it. He fell to his knees, laughing so hard that he couldn't support his weight. After a few minutes when he was able to control himself, he stood and approached the chef again.

"Nice one, Snape. Well played." He held out a hand to the man, grinning. "I'd call us even now. Truce?"