Crowley, leading Bast by the elbow, approached John at the drinks table.

"John, I'd like you to meet Bast. Bast, my mate, John Constantine." He looked over his glasses at John and winked. "This lovely goddess wanted to meet you personally." Crowley was sure that the term goddess wouldn't be assumed, in this context and by this man, to be meant as a compliment but as a fact.