"You smell," Crowley answered with a shake of his head. "And I'm not your nursemaid." He would probably help her, but he wasn't going to just give in and do it. He was a dick, by default. He rather liked being a dick, and the reaction it got out of people, especially Anna. Besides, the way he figured it, arguing with him was good for her because it kept her from feeling sorry for herself.
"Johan doesn't eat anyone, unless I tell him to." Crowley arched a brow at the kitten. That would probably be pushing the line past being a dick in to getting himself thrown out. Not that Anna could throw him out, right then. "Have you asked the beast what its name is?"