"Whereas I'll adulterate just about anything," joked Crowley wryly.

It was a safe bet to say that he'd gone native. You can't pretend to be something that long without actually becoming it. He'd been there when civilization was just getting its feet, watched societies grow and impose rules and standards of behaviour on its people and if he wanted to blend in, he had to follow them, too. After a while it got too hard to maintain the voice on the inside that said 'I don't believe any of this nonsense. This is not who I am,' because he never much liked the demon Crawly and this really was who he was.