"It can't hurt worse than..." he began, but Crowley stopped himself, gritting his teeth.

Somehow the angel's gentleness was worse than if he'd coldly turned him away. Crowley didn't want to owe anyone anything. But especially not an angel - not Gabriel. He didn't want to have to feel thankful or have to be polite. The demon was not currently in any mood for polite. Though if he wanted to be able to use his wings again, he was going to have to be.

"It's fine. Just do it."