"Is that right?" Crowley asked, his tone deliberate and condescending. He shook his head at her. "Look at you, Anna. You're like a robot, and we both know Gabriel is pulling the strings." He forced a shiver, and looked uncomfortable for just a moment. "What a horrible way to live."
He rubbed at his opposite arms, then let his hands fall to his sides. "I'm just trying to help, Anna. Just trying to make you see what you're doing to yourself here. It's rather a waste, if you ask me."