Atta boy. Crowley tips his head in a gesture that's part acknowledgement and almost part apology, as if he feels a little guilty for not being honest from the start. He doesn't, but he can pretend.

"In my defense, I've been going by Crowley since before Yeshua was born." So the other Crowley is the one that stole his name, nevermind that they're from entirely different universes and have never met.

"That —" He has to pause to wave a hand at Sam, wishing he had a drink to gesture with. "Is tremendously fucking stupid. But I suppose that's God for you, She never did make much sense to me." Which makes a perfect segue into his next point, since he feels he should clarify lest Sam think that he's one of these bargain bin demons from his world. Satan forbid he be mistaken for someone who used to be human.

"Back home, we were all angels, until the war. A lot more of us than just Lucifer were cast out." He manages to sound perfectly neutral about this, as it isn't a trauma that he's carried for his entire existence. It's cool, he can be cool. "I've no interest in fucking with humans, here or at home, if that's a concern."

Important to clarify that one, just in case.