"So then talk to them like you would your crew." he suggests with a shrug, "I mean, it's worth a try."

Crowley believes in him, anyway. He knows from experience that things take practice. Even if he's always been naturally good at his magic, he had to learn to navigate a human world.

An idea comes to him and he blinks with a face that looks like he isn't sure if he should suggest it or not.

"Mmn." he grunts as a start, "The dog makes good fertilizer." he offers, "The one Aziraphale keeps around."