"True that. I told him all about how fearsome you lot are." Wait. Did he now sound as if he was accusing straight people? Or closeted men? Point, but... "Librarians, I mean." Crowley let Adam hold his book, which really was about tigers having tea, go figure, and then reached inside his jacket for his wallet.

He got his driver's license out and walked over to the counter, so he could set it down for the very closeted, definitely gay librarian. "Here you go. The boy hasn't got ID. I guess I've got his birth certificate somewhere. Should he have ID?"

Damn. "You don't gotta answer that, I'll ask someone. Maybe your dad's keeping your ID somewhere, Adam, whatcha think?"