"Friend is an extraordinarily strong word considering our allegiances and goals."

Crowley was still, watching her, ready to leave but ready to relax at the same time. He held no fear in his stature or eyes, but instead of reproachful wariness, as he did with most everyone he spoke to. Paranoia was what kept you alive in their universe. Reckless stabbing about was not.

"Don't you have kittens to herd?"