You demons are ugly, lazy, gold-digging whores. You’re less than humans, and they’re not good for much till you dip ‘em in garlic sauce. I’d never work with you, Crowley. In fact, if I wasn’t busy with better things, I might actively wipe your kind from the face of the Universe. And you’d deserve it. Are we clear?
#there’s something to be said about understated utter loathing #because this is terrifying #he doesn’t yell #doesn’t get violent #he just calmly explains how he feels as if he was describing the weather #it’s like he thinks so little of Crowley he won’t even bother getting angry #that’s how he succeeds in getting under Crowley’s skin #something very few characters ever manage to do #it’s actually really impressive #I could learn a lot from Dick Roman
