Henry recognised Kakia's hand at his back for what it was. He wasn't going to call attention to it, or himself. He'd go along with it, since he'd was surrprised he'd managed to trick Kakia at all. That hadn't been his intent, initially, but it had worked out just right, and he'd decided to run with it.
Seeing Edward as his own person, instead of a one dimensional image on a screen was still weird, but he'd go with that too. After everything they'd been through, well. He wasn't sure he owed Edward anything, but even he was curious about what Edward was going to do, now, in this situation.
Edward cleared his throat. Going to Hell as he had, had afforded him some otherworldly traits. He couldn't read the thoughts shared between Kakia, Kia, and Crowley, but he could tell they were communicating. he could feel the electricity in the air. It was an odd feeling, but not terribly alarming. He knew without doubt they were wondering what he was going to do.
So was he. He had no idea. Well. The lead in his hand was quite long, meant to be used for more than leading, that much, he knew. He snapped the extra leather against his palm, considering his options.
Crowley was already on his knees. Making him crawl to the alcove had been bonus, because Edward hadn't thought to allow him to stand. He knew the floor burned Crowley's skin, which was an interesting factor. He wondered if his own skin would burn on the holy ground. he wasn't willing, at the moment, to find out.