"Yes, but do think of the mess, dear. I have parties to tend to, this weekend." He wasn't concerned for his life- at least, he was trying not to appear like he was concerned for himself. Crowley had faith he wouldn't stay dead, at least not for long- then again, something had just recently killed his brother. How would he know if he could really die, here?
He could tell she was looking at something, but he had no idea what. Crowley shifted with a soft, annoyed hiss. "No, I'm not," He muttered, although he did relax when she seemed to accept that. "I have no boss to speak of. It's just a matter of the universe. I was brought here the same way. Everyone you'll meet on that board was,"