"Look at that, a message from Felix." Crowley snorted as he glanced at his phone, before tossing it down onto the sofa next to him. "Now I get to decide whether I should chat some or if I turn him off right away by mentioning the hell spawn."

Said hell spawn was currently being on his best behaviour, actually, because it was just after time and before bedtime and he was allowed to watch cartoons for a bit. Then he'd be tucked into bed by Bill, which was apparently the best thing ever. Luckily Adam slept early, meant that Bill still had time to go out afterwards. And Crowley could mourn his wasted youth or perhaps something a tad more entertaining.

Looking at Bill, he leaned back on the sofa, deciding it was time to catch up. After all, so far their afternoon had mostly consisted of Bill entertaining Adam while Crowley got to nap on the couch. "You still seeing... whatever his name was. That wanker."