"I wasn't referring to me," Crowley sneered a look in Johann's general direction. The hound didn't react at all. Somewhere along the way, Crowley had lost control of Johann. Giving the beast a name was probably the beginning of the end. Leaving him to look after Anna so often probably sealed the deal. The hound wanted nothing to do with him, he was every bit as loyal to Anna as he had ever been the Crowley.
"I do not want to own you, Anna." Crowley waved a hand. "That's so 18th century." A hint of disgust crept in to his voice. "This fatal attraction, whatever the hell you want to call it, it's got me same as you. I don't know how to fucking break the hold, all right? I don't want to be here, but I can't fucking stay away."