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Crowley: “Oh, I don’t want your soul, soldier boy.” [He smirks at the confusion on Rory’s face]

Rory: “But that’s-“

Crowley: “The usual deal, I know. But I take your soul and I’m calling down a storm of trouble to Hell and I can’t have that. Besides, you make things…interesting. All sorts of chaos raised up with you around.”

[Rory’s face hardens and Crowley knows he hasn’t lost his interest yet. Good.]

Rory: “Get to the point.”

Crowley: “Here’s the deal - I own your soul, but I don’t keep it.”

Rory: “What -?”

Crowley: “I mean, that I’ll own you, but any time your soul winds it’s way to my realm, I kick it out after a short visit.”

Rory: “I don’t - I don’t understand. How does that-“

Crowley: “Benefit me? Having the Last Centurion under my thumb? Snatching you away from the Reapers?” [Finally getting one of the Doctor’s precious companions bound to Hell? That would be the largest feather in his cap since becoming King of Hell.] “Does it really matter in the end? You want to find Amy, don’t you?”

[Rory’s hands clench, but he doesn’t turn away. Crowley’s eyes gleam. Gotcha.]