"Uh huh," Crowley sounded as convinced as he felt, even if he did neatly catch the thrown cigarette and lighter without even moving from his position, sprawled against the pillows. Taking the moment to light up, focus on that sweet first drag of smoke, inhaling deeply before letting it blow out again. And if focusing on that meant he could avoid thinking of the slip he nearly made himself, all the better. Because he was invested. With actual emotions. Stupidly.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets a special note to leave them alone," his own voice relaxed some as the smoke curled towards the ceiling. "Oh the healing factor just makes it last longer because you don't get the nice little bit of choking to death as your throat is torn apart." There was actual glee in his tone. What? He could be proud of Ruby sometimes.