There might have been a fleeting remembrance of a very dashing looking angel boldly standing before Satan with his flaming sword... Yeah, Crowley knew his Angel could be tough when he wanted to be. Scared the Hell out of him when Aziraphale had threatened never to speak to him again so neither Satan, Alec, or any of the terrors down here would stand in his way.

Still he did wish he could be there, bilocate, be in two places at once so he could help both Aziraphale and Alec at the same time.

"I like it. I actually know a few too. I think they would do it for nothing so long as I called it training."

A glance at Alec.

"Those pills doing any good yet?"