Crowley frowns in consideration, and maybe he should leave it alone, but he's never been able to resist thinking about these things. "Seems like a lot to throw at one problem, but not random enough to just be magic gone chaotic." Ineffable, he thinks in spite of himself. "Suppose if there's a hint to come by, we'll land on it sooner or later."

That last bit gets him leaning forward in what he hopes will look like casual curiosity. "Flow of time?" He's always appreciated time. The speed of a car, the flow of progress. A dead halt when a crucial few seconds are needed.