"You are such a whiner," Crowley grumbled. He really didn't mind, for the most part. Being with Anna, and tending to her now gave him a sense of purpose. And he maybe felt just a little bit guilty, because he had her Grace. She'd try to kill him, if she knew he was keeping it from her, but he kind of liked her this way. She wasn't nearly as powerful, obviously, and that meant he had the upper hand without question.
"I'm going to take the bandages off. Just so you know." Because he couldn't very well cleanse the wounds, otherwise. Pesky human mortality. That was definitely one of the draw backs.