"I don't want to...." He murmured, not that much convinced. With effort, and eye cracked open and looked blurry at him, soon the other joined and he blinked, trying to focus. If Hastur was making this up, Crowley would have to gave him points for interpretation.

He noticed the cat next to the white haired man and then understood that he couldn't be the duke. "Oh fuck....Corinthian?"