"Subditi ergo estote Deo, resistite autem diabolo, et fugiet a vobis." Hartley spoke Latin with a certain casualness to it, having a good grasp of it. He also said it with a great deal of sarcasm in his voice, clearly not actually advising anything from the bible. It was just funny, because laughing at this was easier than despairing. So he gestured. "Look, he's fleeing already."

Or else Crowley was just walking back towards the car. Damn, he did have a nice behind for a guy that slender, Hartley had to admit that. And so did many others, he had no doubt.