In Paris
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Crowley was in Paris for business purposes,conversing with a man dressed just as finely as him. Things were going well,and they were almost done when he sensed some lurking nearby. He excused himself,his acquaintance nodding in response. He finds a young man with red hair staring back at him,probably simply minding his own business but Crowley had learnt the hard way it paid to be cautious. “This is a private meeting,and it’s rude to eavesdrop” Perhaps Crowley’s premature confrontation would only arouse further suspicion,but for all he knew the boy could be a spy for his enemies. Then again hell could have made him paranoid. “You do speak English,don’t you?” He asked,narrowing his eyes. “ Parlez-vous anglais?” He adds,rather patronizingly.He doesn’t even bother to wait for a response to his first two questions,possibly even rudely cutting him off.
