When the tall fellow with the long white cloak spoke it was actually the first time Crowley noticed he was there. Sad to say he had been so deep in his own thoughts, about that stupid song but more importantly why this place had nearly reminded him of the stupid song, that he really hadn't paid any attention to who he was standing next to. At the comment however he did give the guy a good looking over and leveled his own assessment.

"Says the guy with the airplane wing strapped to his wrist and the bondage belts lashed to his arms."

Crowley clicked his tongue and looked back at the square, bobbing his head at some one in a yellow bear costume.

"Shouldn't you be over there with the other mascots?"