Feeling much more secure in the demoness' arms, Crowley started to calm down. Taking one or two deep breaths, he tried to summon his thoughts, but the words he wanted to say were lost in the fog. He did his best.

"Pretty Ellie. Elle est belle. No more falling. Need Az'phale an' John. They can stop scary Michael an' scarier Raphael. Can't hurt again."

His head lolled against her shoulder as he phased in and out of unconsciousness.