Crowley nodded eagerly as he followed Sasha's speech. He paused when she posed her question. Then looked away. Then looked back.

"Ah. Um. Mostly. Its what I do... Mostly. Lately? Lately I've been... flat..." The confession was wrung from him; he could not deny it. A tremor ran through his hand; he worked it out by drumming an erratic rhythm on the tabletop.