[Crowley's never been much of an animal person, most of them seem to have a sixth sense for what he is and respond accordingly, but Dog is, technically, from sort of the same place he is, and they've both been given a chance to be something different. So he's feeling a bit like, sentimental or something, as he lightly scratches behind Dog's ears.]

What, a demon can't enjoy a carnival? [It's a flippant answer, but he follows it up with a proper one.] I don't think I'm here at all, really. It's a dream, you're probably asleep in your bed in Tadfield and I'm stuck on a bloody island in another universe, I wouldn't worry about it too much.

[Crowley that's...... not....... reassuring.]