"I rather like the house special. They do a twist on the carrots." Aziraphale offered and then looked at young Adam in confusion, looking back at Crowley as if it would make sense. "I wasn't expecting dinner today. Well, no, dinner in such a manner as this. With... guests."

"He wants to know who I am." Adam clarified to Crowley because he didn't like when adults danced around stuff. "He's my uncle." Hopefully that helped.

Aziraphale looked slightly alarmed. If he was an uncle then... no. It wasn't Lucifer's boy, was it? Hopefully Hastur had a secret, somehow well raised, child.