[It's easy to picture something like a giant or a troll out of a fairy tale book, from that description, and Crowley has to admit he'd be curious to meet someone that isn't a human. It turns out there's so much more out there in the universe than just Earth and Heaven and Hell. He wants to know about all of it.]

Oh, people do that sort of thing all the time. Remarkable thing, imagination.

[He's thinking of Da Vinci and Verne, specifically, the things they imagined that wouldn't come to pass for years and years, and sure, some of that stuff was inspired by what they wrote or designed, but not all of it.

Which isn't to say he's dismissing Cullen's point; it's an interesting one, though it has some implications that could be a little troubling. Is there bleed through, between worlds? Or is it something more sinister? But he'd like a better foundation of knowledge before he starts coming up with theories, better not to get too stuck down one train of thought too early.

For now, he's more curious to learn about another world's demons. There are some similarities there, he thinks, the concept of them being a spirit that becomes corrupted. There's an echo of that in their Fall, in a way, although it isn't quite so simple. Demons aren't limited to just one vice or sin or evil, whatever it could be called. It's a decent amount of information to digest, and he wants to think on it a moment before responding. Fortunately, he can buy himself time with the fact they've arrived at their destination.]

Right, welcome to your first whisky bar. [a beat, and:] I assume, figure they're not the type of thing you'd have in a place like where you're from. After you.

[He'll let Cullen pick where to sit, since he's not sure whether a booth or stool will be easier to manage with the armor.]