Crowley raises an eyebrow, his face a look of pure devilish knowledge, as though this is one absolutely enormous game and he has just figured everything out.

"Oh, is that what you were suggesting?"

He could be concerned, he could be caring. He could be everything that he can be, deep down inside. He could take in the singed bowtie, the injury on his friend, and everything about their situation and take it all very, very seriously.

Instead, he's going to smirk.