"Bast. Of course. Nice to meet you." Crowley looked around, unfazed. He'd stroll around without clothes if he could get away with it, too. "Yeah, it's all right. No one's died yet."

He blinked. "You've spoken to Chicago?" Well, that wasn't the strangest thing to happen, but it did give him pause. He thought for a moment. "I don't know what kind of cat food it is. It's whatever is supposed to be good for her. What would she prefer?"