Well, no one ever said that Crowley wasn't paranoid... He did have a tendency to overanalyse situations. Still, he was feeling relaxed and comfortable as he sipped at his wine and watched Zatanna serve the lasagna. He accepted some of the vegetarian and certainly wasn't disappointed. With the garlic bread, salad, and wine it was a meal worthy of Crowley's favourite little Italian place in Soho and he made sure that Zatanna knew it.

Through the meal, he was content to sit quietly and listen to the two of them chat. They were mostly talking about people he didn't know and sharing inside jokes and stories he didn't understand, in the way that old friends do. He tried not to mind or resent the constant reminder, but he was definitely feeling like the odd demon out.

Catching a slightly puzzled look on the woman's face, he tuned in again to hear John abruptly changing the subject. He was wearing that faintly embarrassed look that Crowley had come to know in the last few months to mean that he'd forgotten something, but Zatanna couldn't have known that. He wondered if John would tell her.

He tried to pay better attention after that, which was made easier when they started discussing Etrigan. Crowley didn't know him personally, but he was apparently a rhyming demon, which garnered an eyeroll. It was interesting, though, to hear demons discussed knowledgeably from the other side, as it were.

But it wasn't long before lunch was finished. And after Crowley polished off his second glass, he sat back and offered to take care of the dishes.