You'd be right. [ Said bluntly, flatly, it's nothing to be shy or embarrassed over but it's nothing that Crowley particularly feels pride in.

In the beginning he presumes it was because his family was scared of what dangers he would stumble upon, now he was the abnormality that needed to be constantly looked over. Constantly. Even if he had no desire to drink someone's blood.

It would be no surprise to those who were aware if he said that he hated it.

But this man was a stranger, completely blinded by the truth of Crowley's background and how he's managed to remain looking twenty-five for the past four years. ] You can say that I'm loved, maybe too loved, and for that reason they want to keep me from the rest of the Quad.

[ There's no bitterness in his tone nor does the smile on his features signal any hints of negative thoughts, his words are even accompanied by a small hum. ]

If you're really sorry you'll find a way to make it up to me.