An eyebrow arched, as Crowley turned to glance over the top edge of his sunglasses at the newcomer; Zeke, of course he could tell simply from the feel of him. But the face was different. He didn't look impressed, either.
"I had to wash the Hell off of me, yes. Can I help you?" He was far from ignorant of the issue, but he wasn't going to give Zeke the easy out by addressing it for him.