Crowley takes a drink of the sake, and makes a little face at it. It's not like anything he's tasted before. Very simple, very crisp. It's not unpleasant, it's just different. He imagines that's how a lot will be----like when he traveled before. He's become very accustomed to things being how he knows them.

"If they have an army of things like that, we can't fight them," he admits, which takes out his suggestion from before, that they bring the fight to them. Especially if things get bigger, get harder. "What does...Upstairs have?"