[ By the time the question was asked Crowley had wandered over to take up residence on the nearest bench. With his feet propped up on the arm and laying where he really ought to have been sitting he didn't look like he was giving her question and thought at all, but he was. ]

Sweets are alright, can't see myself making a career out of it...

[ He finally settled on this as he didn't hate working for the Chef or tempting people to buy as much candy as they could physically carry but it wasn't a passion of his really. ]

Go up and cause some trouble, s'what I'm supposed to be doing, but there doesn't really seem to be any point to that here. There's no one to check up and make certain that I'm doing my job. But, I am good at causing trouble.

[ He huffed a sigh and gave the only real answer he could. ]

I dunno.

[ Other than spending as much time as possible with a certain Angel, which the kid really didn't need to know, he was drifting rather aimlessly... not at all sure what to do with himself now that he was under neither Heaven or Hell's thumb. ]