Sylvando moved to take the wine bottle with a nod of thanks, pouring himself a glass. Then, since Crowley had been kind enough to locate the wine, Sylvando found a ladle in the same drawer as the spoons had been and ladled them both some of the soup before settling into a kitchen chair with his portion. Upon trying it, Crowley would find that it was a very tasty seafood soup, hearty enough to potentially sustain someone through significant physical exertion without being so heavy that it would weigh them down, and seasoned in such a way as to make the flavors of the fish, shellfish, and other ingredients blend together into a cohesive whole.

"Ah yes, I can see where that would make you wary of even friendly visitors," Sylvando said. "Though I'm afraid I've never heard the term 'Antichrist' before. What exactly does it mean?"