And so they danced a little promenade around the square of sidewalk they stood upon, nether being able to fully encircle the other until with a huff Crowley simply stopped and stood still. The girl was not making it easy to size her up! Not a bit!

"Scandinavia." He repeated, "It's where all that Norse Gods, Valhalla, Vikings and such comes from. You must have heard of it... Maybe in school?"

The child looked the type to be in school, one of those fancy privately owned ones where everyone tries to be so posh and proper. Explained the curls. Not that they looked bad on her, the opposite really, he liked a good curl himself, but most people these days didn't bother with them. Took far too much time.

"Me? No, not a big army guy, me... Your daddy in the army? Most fathers try to keep their little girls away from big guns like that one, not give on to them, leave them entirely unsupervised..."

Crowley glanced around. He had spent eleven years as a Nanny and fairly recently too so maybe it was his inner Mary Poppins that caused him to ask the unsupervised child with the massive explosive device...

"Are you here alone?"