Crowley didn't even need to look up from the horrible swill he was drinking to know Dean Winchester was swanning about and trying to act cocky, he could practically small the bravado before he walked into the door. Not exactly a new tactic for Dean but hey, why tamper with something that never works but gives the appearance that it does? And it was only a matter of time before he decided to come and play, especially after everything. Turning his head only slightly, he raised his drink in mock cheers.

"Dean, Dean, Dean. Someone is sounding awfully arrogant this evening."

Which either meant he was putting on a show, he really did feel confident or perhaps he won this species swapping pot luck? He suddenly got a weird pang inside him at the idea of Dean being some sort of God. Capable of actually doing some kind of harm. Was that -- fear? Nope. Impossible. He channelled that out months ago. He most just had cowardice and annoyance mixed into something alike fear but not quite.

Shaking it off, he set his glass down and gave Dean a small smirk. "Fancy a pint while you're here? Before we get into this whole tit-for-tat thing."