"Oh, please," the demon scoffed. He took a drag and the smoke from his cigarette coiled up around his head like an infernal halo. "I don't like to get my hands dirty but I certainly wouldn't send ruffians to attack an angel. That's idiotic, foolhardy, and rude¹.

He stepped forward, fag between his lips, and he offered Anael a steady hand.

1. Crowley's brand of evil was consummately polite and painfully honest.