The thought that playing music might insight a mob to chase them around town had really never occurred to Crowley. There was a fun idea! So long as the pitchforks the mob carried were only for show... It wouldn't be much fun if they were serious about harming anyone.

"You've no sense of adventure!"

Even having said that the demon swaggered into the bar behind his potential hot coco ticket and slid discretely along the wall for the best viewpoint to watch Uenoyama speak to the owner. They wouldn't have long to wait. The owner appeared from the backroom as soon as the bell over the door jingled and approached the pair to ask if they would like a table for two.