The Queen? That girl who did the cartwheels at the zoo and wore the crazy costume, the one who called him a pervert, that was the Queen? Crowley was less than impressed. He always had the opinion, a valid one at that, that royalty was of the stuffy variety. The sort that wouldn't know what a plumber did and did it have something to do with plums? So he was surprised at the declaration that Harley was the Queen.
How very... bizarre a concept to comprehend. She was nothing like the Queens he knew. Granted most of those were of the English variety, but still.
"Well, she's getting away," he said, dodging bits of rubble from the ceiling to try to follow where the costumed girl had gone. Though Crowley had the distinct suspicion that there wasn't going to be much of a castle left after they were all done for Elle to take over and command.
Unless it was miracled back into place, but that wasn't exactly his area of expertise. That was the Angel's.