Ferid cracked an eye open moodily to glance at Crowley. “Are you not drunk yourself?”
“Not from so little, no.”
“What a monster,” Ferid smiled faintly, then pointed at the brightly illuminated window. “Mind shutting the window? I hate the sun, you see.”
“Now that the rain has stopped, it’s a very nice and pleasant morning out there.”
“Ewww,” Ferid grimaced in displeasure.