Crowley followed behind the man, but stayed in the doorframe, not wanting to completely invade his workplace like that. "Earl Grey is fine."

Not that he cared that much for tea to begin with, but whatever. It was impolite to decline it and he was a little parched. His thumbs remained in his belt loops, a bit at a loss himself. He hung out with friends at clubs, bars, pubs, whatever. Not in kitchens of libraries. None of his friends even read books, he was fairly sure. Honestly, he doubted some could even read at all.

"He's-- Huh, I think he's turning four in a couple months. Gotta look that up." He had the boy's documents in a nice little box, he just hadn't really memorised it all yet. Which must seem weird for an outsider, him not knowing his boy's birthday, but he was new to this. Adam hadn't been his boy for long.

Still, he felt the need to explain. "He's my brother's kid. I just got saddled with him. Recently."