Jonathan put his hands on Crowley's shoulders and then leaned forward with playful menace. "You keep yelling and I'll take your glasses, eh? Be a good lad."

"I am older than a look though, he's very right." Bill pointed out, just so Barty knew she was available and of age.

"Great stuff." Jonathan moved from the couch and gestured for Barty to follow him to the kitchen. "Let me grab a drink and we can get into it. Just need something to wake me up." Which was either whiskey or coffee. He'd decide when he got in there.