"Of course I have wings," he said, displaying them. "Demons come from angel stock, after all." Crowley spoke this as if it were common knowledge. And to him, it was. Anyone who was anyone should know that demons were of angel stock.
He grinned as she smashed open the second set of doors and proceeded to walk through them. There were pictures hanging on the wall in the hall, to which Crowley eyed curiously. "Lovely castle," he said to no one in particular.
Then he raised a hand and one picture lifted off the wall and smashed into the opposite wall, shattering into many pieces. Ah, destruction. It was magnificent.