Crowley's lips twitched in response to that and he nodded just slightly, he didn't want to mention Lucifer too much in front of Michael if he could help it, as he had a feeling that that was one of the potentially touchy subjects that might fracture their already tenuous quasi-friendship that they were starting to build.
And like Michael, Crowley had to pull himself from thinking of Lucifer too, because that was a slippery slope he liked to avoid if he could help it. The ghosts of his past weren't only the Winchesters, after all.
It made sense Raphael being clinical, as he was after all the healer. Crowley in the brief occasions that he had dealings with him, thought he reminded him somewhat of Death, in that they were all business and very much by the book. Unlike Death though, Crowley knew that Raphael only tolerated him as a means to an end, and most likely if it hadn't been for Godstiel's intervention, Raphael would probably have obliterated Crowley himself. "We had a brief alliance, though it was only fleeting. Enemy of my enemy, and all that. Common goals." he glanced warily around at the bar, uncertain whether he should tell Michael about what ended up happening to Raphael.
"Yep," Crowley smiled thinly, though it didn't reach his eyes. There was a glimmer of mischief there, even though his mind was still troubled. "If I weren't mistaken, I'd say you sound a little jealous. I assure you, we only shared some sweets together. But there was a little bit of flirting."