"Wouldn't know," shrugged Crowley. "I only sleep when I want to."

He smiled faintly, his tone lightly teasing. "You guys are going to have an interesting year next year. Giuliani is fun. And I find it endlessly amusing that Americans will do nearly anything I say just because they think I have a cool accent. Wasn't that the whole point of the revolution?"

Taking a chair across from Zatanna at the table, Crowley sat and nodded in response to her question. It reminded him of Aziraphale, but the angel wasn't the only person in the world to drink hot cocoa and he'd just have to get used to it.