Crowley rolled his eyes behind his glasses. "I've had worse than a punch in the jaw. And to attack me just because I happen to be in the same room with you is hardly angelic. What is your problem anyway? You know I'm no threat to you and yet you keep menacing me with your little Freudian symbol there."

He swiveled to Raphael. "As for you, don't think that hiding behind your muscley friend is going to help. It's pathetic. You're supposedly a fucking archangel, not a kitten. How could someone as weak as you help anyone? And if you're not, why should He keep you around? You're useless."