[Oh, yes. He knows. Just not the details. Michael. Well.

His smile is rather fixed.]

Cheeky of me.

[It's his silken tone, the one he gets on the verge of breaking something or setting it on fire.]

I wish I had the memory. My last memory before arriving here is of that idiot man causing me to discorporate. He wouldn't mind the circle.

[Maybe if he could recall the reactions of the demons to "Crowley" bathing in holy water, he wouldn't feel as though he could vibrate to pieces with rage.]