"Don't hurt my dog," Crowley sneered, but behind the sneer he was almost smiling. He got to his feet with a hefty sigh, just because he could. And once he'd stretched, he put a hand out. "I'm not carrying you, so you better put one foot in front of the other and walk." He would carry her, and they both knew it. But he was going to make damn sure she couldn't walk on her own. He wasn't going to encourage complete dependence on him.
He inhaled and wrinkled his nose in response. He said nothing, because the npise he made when he breathed in would have been enough to make a point.