[Crowley gives a sympathetic hiss at the red line on Michael's temples.]

More comfortable to sleep, too.

[He unties his bow and starts to remove his shirtsleeves, unwilling to wrinkle any of the even remotely exterior-facing parts of his suit. Practically Perfect in Every Way, and all.]

Mmn, yea, I remember the Tower of Babel. Can't imagine why they never got the same treatment for skyscrapers. Thousand times taller than Babel, those.

Do you know other languages, or does your hell have some kind of... way around that?