Somewhere along the way, Crowley had settled back on his feet, watching the Angel with a deeply concerned face. A very brave servant cleared her throat from the doorway, and Crowley slammed the door in her face with a thought, paying no mind to the fact that she was standing in the way. They had no right to interrupt.
When the Angel curled in on himself, Crowley scooted slightly forward, reaching out a hand slowly, as if going to touch.