Crowley hissed out a breath as he was shoved, smoke curling out from between his teeth with the noise. Reflex had him shoving Zeke back, once again to the wall, wing spreading in an agitated gesture. As the words set in, he composed himself some, even if he didn't do Zeke the favor of letting him up again.
"I had told you to stay Above, in the first place. You weren't supposed to have any idea, either. Bless me, Aziraphale..." He hissed again, hands lightening their hold on the demon's arms. Shaking his head, he took another pull from his smoke, fingers shaking just slightly against his lips.