The survival instinct of Crowley was on the back of his mind again and mostly likely telling him to shup up. He listened for once.

Crowley did as best he could, grimacing slightly when he moved his arm to grab the cat carefully using what little energy he had left. The las thing he wanted is to have a fight with a beast that could scratch him to death. He collapsed into Corinthian's arms and made a noise between a growl and a groan as he clung to the man's shoulders.

"What you will do? Lecture him until he dies?" That was intended to be a joke, he would swear.