"Of course it's not alive. You wouldn't eat anything while it was still alive!"

Would he...? This encounter with the unknown took a sudden wrong turn towards the Twilight Zone or maybe it was more Tales from the Crypt. That show was always more gruesome.

Crowley was beginning to feel a touch ill at ease as if this large creature might suddenly throw its tentacles around him... A situation that was not helped in the slightest when the monster paced around him talking about mating dances and looking at his 'fins'.

Over the thousands of years he had lived and worked on Earth there had been those who desired him or her sometimes. It happened to some humans that the unique pull of evil simply drew them in... but this was an unnerving first. Crowley couldn't recall ever being checked out by a fish before!

His wings defensively flared, making him look as big and as bad a demon as you would never want to run into and his otherwise cool timbre shifted into a snarl.

"You aren't my type and if you don't back off I'll..."

I'll what, burn him? The damn thing is in a floating tub of water!

"Boil you in your own bubble!"