"Here's the thing, Crowley. I know you. And Nicholas Rosse knows Andronicus Ji Crowley, and the places he goes, and the pies he has his fingers in, and the people he surrounds himself with. And no matter how many strings you have in your hands and however many ways you can think of to cheat in this game of humanity that you love so much, I have more."
The last three words are a whiplash.
"Don't pretend you don't believe me, because as well as playing dumb suits you -" a brief, unamused smile "- it's hardly constructive, and it's an insult to my intelligence as well as your own."
And the tilt of his head says: you don't want to be insulting me, Crowley.
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"Here's the thing, Crowley. I know you. And Nicholas Rosse knows Andronicus Ji Crowley, and the places he goes, and the pies he has his fingers in, and the people he surrounds himself with. And no matter how many strings you have in your hands and however many ways you can think of to cheat in this game of humanity that you love so much, I have more."
The last three words are a whiplash.
"Don't pretend you don't believe me, because as well as playing dumb suits you -" a brief, unamused smile "- it's hardly constructive, and it's an insult to my intelligence as well as your own."
And the tilt of his head says: you don't want to be insulting me, Crowley.