"I'd think not," Crowley says with a somewhat disdainful sniff as he watches the warlock settle from behind dark glasses. He looks good, much as he always does, which is a bit of a relief. Considering how much time Magnus spends avoiding London, Crowley had expected...well, honestly he's not sure what. But he hasn't gotten it, so that's fine. "What do Americans know about proper tea?"

He tips his head down just far enough for a flash of yellow eyes over the rim of his glasses, a smirk very visible in them. "And to think you said you'd never come."