Crowley was somewhat encouraged when Kol let him say his piece, and even quirked half a smile at the immediate response. "Good, first sensible thing you've said all night. Self-preservation is a very undervalued trait in my book." Frankly, if more of Team Good Guy bothered with it, they probably wouldn't get themselves into half the messes they ended up in. But hey, that's what they got for not listening to him.
Still, he looked at Kol, one eyebrow arched and a skeptical look on his face. He knew when people were avoiding looking at him, and fucking hell did he know when people were trying to weasel out of specific wording. Tired as he was, worn and more scared than he liked to admit, but listening to this stuff was automatic by now. Centuries of deals and contracts under his belt.
"Remember who you're talking to here." There was no mockery in his tone, no harshness, but a blunt matter of fact nature to his words. "You didn't really think I wouldn't notice what you did and didn't just say, did you? Don't make me be disappointed in you." Because he hadn't been kidding. It wasn't that Crowley didn't want an heroic rescue if he was dragged down to the Pit again, it would be quite nice actually, but he was still a realist and rescues like that took nothing short of a garrison of angels. And no angel in their right mind would risk a feather on their wings to help a demon like him.