"Five? No, six. Forgot about the second time that bloody horse trampled me into paste."

That was fun. Crowley was never going to get the hang of riding around on something with more legs than brain cells. He was very glad he wouldn't have to.

"I tell you, the internal combustion engine was a real ble- heavense- ...a real stroke of luck."

Crowley gently tugs his arm.

"C'mon, I saw some restaurants around. Let's get some lunch and, uh, not worry too much about this, yeah? We'll figure something out."

He flashes one of his winning smiles.

"You know we always do."

Eventually.