His shoulders slump back into their half-awake slouch as Crowley relaxes a little. Not all the way - a wave from Serenity is too rare for someone as paranoid as Crowley to dismiss all worry out of hand.

(And there's River's question.)

But he relaxes a little.

"Same old," he says, which in one context is a lie, but in another - in the context of years, decades, centuries, millennia - isn't a lie at all.