"Well, you didn't know me back then," Crowley retorts, with a lopsided grin. "Which was for the best, really."

He waves his hand in a gentle, almost absent-minded gesture, and slowly the fire in the bush begins to dim.

"But now that you do, I'm sure you'll agree that - charming as I am - the serpent who tempted Eve is probably not the person you want taking tea and biscuits with your wife."