Sitting on a nearby stone, which might have been a statue - he really hadn't paid it much attention, Crowley frowned and looked over at the loon with the sword.

"You could start by not calling me, darling."

He lifted a dark wing, regarding the man with cool shade cloaked eyes before, glancing towards the drawn weapon.

"So you're a adventurer or... hero, what ever they call it. Are you actually an good with a sword?"

Crowley bopped his head towards a nearby shrub.

"Why not try your blade on that? See if you can cleave it in two."