Crowley stifles a laugh as V rambles, taking in enough to understand that more than one universe is a poorly-run mess, at least if the elf has anything to say about it. And then V comes to 'making deals with demons', and Crowley works hard to school his face into a non-reaction.

"Nasty things, demon deals." He doesn't even have to fake a sympathetic wince. "Not easy to wiggle out from, traditionally. Are you still, er-?" He makes a vague motion with his hand, as if he's asking about someone's embarrassing personal problem.

"Divine's a bit more -" He will not say ineffable. "Reclusive where I'm from, but more than one idiot's willing to blow it all up to keep things ticking along to their schedule. S'maddening. Sounds like you at least have powerful friends."