That time, the curse and cry was even more loud and animalistic.

Sneaky son of a bitch. Crowley thought resentfully as he looked over his shoulder to see the other demon. He didn't like being seen to the bottom of; it made him instinctively want to pull back. He was feeling a bit exposed already from the last beating and then hiding from Hastur all the time. He wanted to move his wing away, but he know better.

"I worked really hard on those, you know." He panted. "You're just ruining my perfect plumage."