'So it's a magical shared dream brought about by an unknown power,' Crowley summarises dryly, his voice heavy with irony. 'Which additionally has the ability to suddenly turn you into a lightweight. I see.'

Muscles cord in his arms as he hauls himself further out of the water, flopping inelegantly into the boat with a little flail, his tail curling around under the hull to hold him steady. The boat rocks briefly, and violently, and then after a moment steadies out as Crowley settles into a liquid slouch, the length of his tail still trailing in the water, swishing lazily back and forth.

'Something's certainly come over you.' Unseen behind his glasses, his eyes are bright, but he affects nonchalance as he pops the cork on a fresh bottle with a wave of one hand.