[Crowley, for his part, winces as though it's just clicked how bad that does sound, when talking to a human who doesn't understand the intricacies of Hell.

Trying to explain it wouldn't make it sound any better, though.]

Not the sort that gets discussed in polite company. [It's said casually; he's more aware of his words now, how they could be interpreted, but he figures any conclusions Peter draws aren't any worse than admitting what he is.

It's one thing to talk about it with Ray, or even Archer, but teenagers don't need the weight of that.] What did you do at your Bugle? Maybe I can ask around, see if anyone has work available.

[He's not sure if that's going to work as a distraction, but hey, points for trying.]