"Yeah, I reckon your dad doesn't really understand anyone other than himself. He's more the type to make the world accommodate him than to accommodate anyone." Crowley wasn't sure how much Adam was going to follow this, but he seemed a fairly bright boy, he assumed he'd at least get the gist. "Happy birthday. I'll see about getting you a present later."

For now, he got out his phone and found the last number he'd dialled, not saved under any name. "What do you feel like eating most right now? I'll make it happen."