Crowley eyed her over his mug, thinking. He wasn't going to betray the man's trust. John was all he had left. But he felt he owed Zatanna something for her understanding over the previous week. Not many people could handle living with a grieving demon with such tact.
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Date: 2007-01-06 07:39 am (UTC)"What has he told you?" he finally asked.