I was always neither Crowley, you know that. The horns are affecting your brain aren't they?

It's a Hell-sickness called Wrong Bits. It might or might not be contagious, but even if it is, I'm not letting you use that as an excuse to rub your horny little self all over me.

What can I say? [She shrugs. No more Ms. Nice Angel] You have nothing I want and I'm not entirely sure you have anything Deano wants either.