Crowley scowls at the insult. Partly because V doesn't seem to realize it's one, which takes all the fun out of a response. "No, mate, that's just a bad offer. I could know a hundred languages. I could have just grown up with the two. I could not care about languages at all, so then all you've done is tell me what interests you."

What he's telling this person, he realizes, that he's interested in the psychology of a deal. He suspects they're not going to care much, though.

He's also interested in the bird. "Ah, hi." He tilts his head at it cordially. It seems to have more sense than its master. "Didn't realize the familiars 'round here could talk. Thought they were just very bright."