"I'm not leaving," scoffed Crowley, refusing to back down, which would indicate fear. "I was here first. And don't you dare condescend to me. Neither of you has ever had any say as to how I behave."

He was beginning to think that his behaviour was better than most angels, but he'd have to contemplate the consequences of that later. For now, his attention was focused on not getting discorporated by a smite happy idiot and a manipulative, scheming little prick.