"You got it. This is me not talking about it. I don't give a shit about your girly emotions, anyway. Too much like humanity, if you ask me. Definitely not interested in that tripe." Crowley walked ahead of her. She could either follow, or not. He really didn't care. He'd had enough of her bitching.
If she followed, he had plans. He had ways to make her quit bitching. Moaning and writhing underneath him was so much more appealing. But he wasn't interested in forcing the issue. He wanted her to come to him because she wanted to come to him, not because he goaded her in to it. There was a time and place for that, sure, but this night wasn't it.