It was in more than good enough condition to drive. The Bentley was pristine. Well, after Adam had restored it anyway. It was especially fun to drive at 90mph down Oxford Street at rush hour. But Crowley wasn't going to go easy on John because the man appreciated a fine car.

He tilted his head slightly, honing in on something in Crichton's tone. "Best mate?" he guessed. Logically, Crowley was well aware that women could be hot-shot pilots. They just generally weren't unless they had something to prove and that sort of driven, tough woman seemed unlikely to be attracted to someone as... doughy as John.