The angel stares up at Crowley, gears turning in his head grinding away as he gradually gets back to some semblance of reality. He looks around at the room when Crowley mentions it, and takes a couple of more seconds, before looking up at him again.

"Discorporated him." It...worked? It worked. It-- he got rid of the Duke. He-- oh. Oh god, he discorporated a Duke of Hell. Granted that doesn't destroy him, but, what, what did he just do, what--

"--are we safe?" Is it done? Is it--

And, then, the rest of the night comes to him in flashes - Hastur, the fire, the bar, the restaurant, the suspicious person, the temple, the holy water, the van, the creature, the airport, the plane--

And he's suddenly very, very exhausted. Not in a physical manner, mind you; that one just stings like the dickens.