The Corinthian....which one was that? The name did sound vaguely familiar, but it certainly wasn't one Hastur had met. Satan hated Morpheus, so it wasn't as if demons and dreams ever mingled with each other.

"....I suppose it is something worth looking into, yes." He paused, looking momentarily thoughtful. Shortly after, he did, shockingly, release the lesser demon's wing.

Half a second later a booted toe slammed sharply against the Crowley's knee, all but tearing the kneecap out of it's place and crippling the leg entirely.

"I'll even do it for you. You just wait right here."