If Crowley could list off his favorite sins, his most favorite is and always would be Sloth. Top favorite, always up there. Followed quickly by Gluttony, another favorite sin. Very good, always excellent to indulge in with some great wine. Going down and down and down the list, you'd eventually get to his least favorite sin: Wrath. He's never seen a need for Wrath. It's just anger turned violent, and Crowley has never seen anything fun or interesting come out of Wrath.

This sin, it appears, is this girl's favorite. She gets her face up in his and he can basically feel it coming off her in waves. Crowley doesn't know where this started, but he knows it's not going to finish with a nice glass of wine and a conversation about how it's just too bad sometimes things break.

"Fuck!" Her fist comes up and he ducks.