Oh, I'm going to have to get a job, aren't I... [Crowley rubs one hand over his face at the thought and sighs in a way that suggests very much that it's all a massive inconvenience and how dare they force him to have to come up with something to do with his time.

Something clatters on the road behind them and he looks back suspiciously, silent for a moment.]

... But that sounds very 'you'. You do understand that people will be checking the books out and taking them home with them, though, don't you?