Loki glanced at Crowley and decided that the not-god currently wasn't a threat.

"Alright," he told Ellie stepping closer to her with the kitten in both arms now. "Take her. Gently."

Chicago was such a sweet cuddly-soft little thing. He regretted having to let go of her, but he'd be in a better position to defend her should Crowley try to attack after all, if he had his hands free.