Velvet and leather? My aren't we fancy for one so clever.

[Crowley takes the cup, placing himself in the grey seat leisurely]

It is a shame more haven't joined your party, they're missing out on some spectacular tea and company.

Do be careful with those strawberries, though, they were roses earlier and the thorns keep trying to grow.

[Crowley pulls one of the strawberries out, watching it burst back into a deep red rose, bristling with thorns]

Such lovely roses the queen grows in her garden, how likely do you suppose I am to get a pardon?

[He gives a low hissing chuckle and drops the rose back into his hat with the strawberries]