Crowley gritted his teeth. "I don't see how I can reach out for her with a dead arm," he snarled, "but I won't. I can't guarantee she'll stay by you, though. She's a fucking cat. She does what she wants."

He was fully aware that by putting Chicago down, War would have two free arms and would be even better placed to harm him, but he might have to go back Down Below for a new body anyway - he didn't realize the arm thing was only temporary - so it was worth the risk.

"All right. Agreed. You put her down and the gun; I won't reach for either, and we'll talk."