The demon took a step forward, only one, although she seemed poised on her feet as if to move closer. She was only stopped by her sudden sense of... what she could only describe as fear, at the beings on the bed.
Either it had worked, or something had gone wrong, because there was a Righteous power in the room now- she simply couldn't tell if it was the Angel, or Alex.
Crowley tried to speak, but it only came out in a questioning sort of hum, the sense of... whatever it was, in the room, giving her pause.