“…That blood that you made me drink was the blood of the one who turned you into a vampire, then?”
Ferid grinned. Affirmative, then.
“So, what rank does that person hold?”
“Curious about our papa?”
“So it’s a male, since you call him ‘papa’.”
“Oh, you’re pretty smart,” Ferid remarked, pointing a finger at Crowley.
“Mocking me, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not.”
“So, who’s that papa, anyway?”
Ferid finally deigned to answer, “A second progenitor.”