But it's an act. I broke you, but um... yep, I can still smell it: you've got that delectable little whiff of defiance. You're just playing, huh? Waiting for your moment to retake the throne? Am I right?
Yes, sir.
Well, then. Tell me, once and future King of Hell: you've been watching my role. What treasonous thoughts do you have brewing in that little head of yours, huh?
[Crowley is silent]
What are you really thinking? Hmmm?
The truth, sir?
Yeah.
You're not strong enough. You had your weapons delivered, you realize they won't be enough. If you thought you could beat Amara you'd be taking the fight to her! Right now!
You're a clever little doggy. You're right; at the moment, I may be a bit under-equipped. Maybe defeating Amara was a bit more of a team effort than I led certain people to believe. All that said, I'm still your Master. Did I let you out of that kennel too soon?







