"Four out of five isn't perfection, therefore, it's horrible, and you should be ashamed of yourself."

Crowley let out another breath. The iron embedded inside his host was excruciatingly painful -- every centimeter of movement he allowed himself only made it worse. But it was manageable -- it was torture, but not unbearable. And so, Crowley continued to speak evenly, composed and level-headed.

"I'm going to rip out your esophagus for ruining this coat."