"I can't be sure you're not trying to poison me. Wouldn't be any different than anything else you've ever done to me." Which was, more or less, the truth, even if she didn't actually expect him to poison her chocolate cake. The point remained. Every time he doted on her, he was doing as much harm as good. He'd spent two months taking care of her while withholding the thing that could have saved her. She wasn't about to just give in. She couldn't risk it. She wasn't letting herself fall for that shit again, wasn't letting him hurt her or their son. It was hard enough just dealing with their son at the moment.
Anna watched Johan because it was easier than watching Crowley. She didn't want to look at him, much less be around him. The hound at least was loyal, obedient and protective. And after a second he hopped up on the bed and dropped his head in her lap.
"Jealous?" She wasn't telling him anything. He didn't need to know anything he didn't already know. And considering he hadn't interrupted when Dean actually was around, she figured he must have known nothing was happening anyway. And the less she put up with his crap, the sooner he'd go away. Hopefully. "What do you want, Crowley?"