Kia was barely gone for a moment before Crowley was in Zeke's space, pushing him back against the cold tile of the wall. He simply held him there for a moment, staring him in the face, trying to decide how to handle him. Coming up empty, he just stepped back, taking another slow draw off his blunt.
"Now what did you want, Mr. Rosier? I don't have the energy for this, in case you didn't notice."