Claudius gives only the briefest, barest nod of acknowledgement, so that Lan Wangji sharing his weakness won't feel like a waste, but neither will either of them dwell on it. It does entertain him -- Lan Wangji's reactions to alcohol may be remarkable, but Crowley's memory can be a muddle at the best of times. He raised the story again, independently? That image must have been pecking away somewhere in Crowley's mind.

Claudius sips his own tea and considers. "I started planning the same day we'd read that magic book. I didn't know what obstacles were ahead of me, of course -- I still thought getting Aziraphale here would the biggest one. But I find I'm undaunted." He smiles. "Crowley was my first man here I could consider a confidante. He's made me realize a great many things about myself, directly and indirectly ... and in a way, I wouldn't have the relationship I do with Galahad, if it weren't for Crowley. I'd like to return the favor."