"He's busy but -- fuck, he'll be mad at me if this is nothing so you better be right." He checked his phone and tried to call him but, as expected, he got sent to voicemail. When Barty studied, he hated interruptions and Bill was trying his best to be a good boy but this was kind of ruining it. "He ain't gonna pick up. You fancy a walk. We're five minutes away so..."

He could bring him there, they could quickly talk to Barty and he could either send Crowley away or get more details.

"Just don't me in trouble if this is bullshit or whatever cause he's so stressed." Bill sighed and then started walking down the steps and away from the party. "He's got so many fucking assignments. I think I hacked it, not being ambitious, seems exhausting."