"Well, there were three babies involved in the whole ordeal," Crowley begins, the baijiu and Shang Qinghua's interest inspiring a switch to story-telling mode. "The Satanic nuns and I were running kind of a... baby shell game with the three of them. We wanted the Antichrist to end up with the American attaché -- but something got mixed up. It took us eleven years to realize the child we were raising¹ wasn't the Antichrist. And then you know where we ended up finding him, after a mad scramble? Living under our noses in Lower Tadfield, right where he was born."

¹We were raising sounds so domestic, Crowley.