"Well then, I suppose it's a good thing that I'm not from your universe, si?", Sylvando said. Too late Crowley; you've challenged his skills as a showman and that challenge must be met! "Once I have a proper act put together here, I'll make sure that you have a front row seat. And afterwards, if you were still truly not impressed or entertained, then the Great Sylvando will gracefully admit defeat." He bowed theatrically. "Truly, I look forward to facing off against such a determined critic."

"But exactly who am I going to be facing off against, hmm?", he said. "You've mentioned that your friend is an angel; I don't suppose that you're one too?" Somehow he doubted it, but it was still worth asking. After all, the statues he'd seen were all unpainted stone, so who knew what colors they truly preferred?