Tossing a bill to the driver for John's sake, Crowley stepped out of the taxi and got his first look at Zatanna's building. It was an older place, by American standards, with art deco touches. It seemed to have been remodeled fairly recently and the neighborhood looked solidly middle class but improving. It wasn't quite Mayfair yet, but it did remind him of the new Soho. He nodded his approval.

"Hey," Crowley said, consciously dropping his anger. It wasn't really intended for John anyway and he wanted to make a decent impression on his hostess. "If it's not something Snape made or was on that damn plane, I'd pay ten times ten quid for it."