That was when most magical rituals took place, in the full of the moon, on some appropriately named evening... night of the blood moon or what have you. At least that was the way witches in the movies tended to handle these things. Had there been a full moon? Crowley's mind wandered away from the conversation as he briefly tried to recall what the sky had looked like but with so much going on who could remember.

He was very much not human which his eyes would have betrayed the instant they were given a good look. They were bright yellow with snake like dark slits as when his magic had been sealed away the ability to make them appear more human had gone right along with it. It was a small wonder his dark wings hadn't popped out at the same time but perhaps they had been sealed away with the rest of his abilities since he hadn't been using them at the time he had been pulled from that well.

His ability to sense the non-human qualities of his new prison buddy had gone too. Huojin looked like a normal human to him and so far had done nothing to make the demon suspect he was incorrect in that assumption. Crowley might be in for a surprise later.

"Hm?" Drawn from his rambling thoughts he gave the iron door a little shake, "Guess its a specialized skill but I've seen humans do it. Some are really skilled at cons."