Finally incensed and fed up with being used as an angelic punching bag, Crowley seized Raphael's wrist and pulled it up sharply and painfully behind his back, spinning the angel around. Leaning in closely, he hissed angrily into his ear.

"Raphael, I've been very patient with you, but don't you dare ssslap me again. Maybe if you weren't such a fucking arrogant, whiny, childish, pathetic pain-in-the-arse, I wouldn't have had to do your job for you. Until you grow up and realize that the world doesssn't revolve around you, I'll do whatever the fuck I please."