'Seems too... pleasant to be my lot,' Crowley agrees thoughtfully, 'And I'd probably be breaking out in a rash if it was yours.'

And even if it were-- dreams sent by the Authorities, of whichever side, surely those are for humans? What's the point in sending a vague and nebulous dream to their own agents when they could just do what they've always done and hijack Crowley's stereo system.

He stills in the water when a thought suddenly occurs to him, and he lifts an eyebrow at Aziraphale over his dark glasses. 'Adam?'

Could be. The kid's certainly got power enough for something like this, and still doesn't know entirely what to do with it. Might even be... his dream, unintentionally expanded to draw the two of them into it. Crowley frowns, and has another go at the wine.