Oh, he knew those looks. Crowley rolled his eyes behind the glasses, but it wasn't as if he didn't agree with Aziraphale. Not only was that entirely too late for Adam to be out and about, it was also no fit environment for a child. Barely a fit environment for most adults.

Crowley had grown up with his house regularly turned into a night club. He'd rather wish to avoid that for Adam. "I'll talk to your father, kid. You can hang out with me tomorrow. And go to bed at 10pm."

Seemed a lot smarter. "I'll tell you what to say and do so your father will be-- Well, not happy. Not notably ticked off."