"You there, small human child with the coke bottle glasses!"

The boy's glasses might not actually have been as thick as coke bottles but those were details Crowley hadn't bothered to look at too closely. He was all flash and swagger, being far too cool to pay too much attention to anything other than the drink he had been enjoying. The wine had only been set aside as there seemed to be a lost human kid running around the deck and well... you play the part of a Nanny for a decade trying to corrupt an Antichrist and some of those protective instincts stick.

"Which activity club are you playing truant from?"