With a firm handshake, Crowley grins. He's never shied away from asking for what he wants. Maybe that makes him seem bold to Blake, he sees it as nothing more than doing what he needs to do to survive.

"You're the second person I've asked here. Sometimes I have good luck and sometimes it takes a few more tries, but one can't be too prepared when they're traveling through forests."

One needs protection, after all, from men with morals like Crowley's.