Crowley completely and absolutely misses these looks of concern. "No no, it's just... there's thousands of years of history. It's all jostled in my head along with endless memories of--" He gestures vaguely towards the ceiling, the sky. "It takes a while to sift through all of it. A week for me is like... like if a human sat and thought and, er, I don't know, blogged or whatever they do for half an hour."