[It takes Crowley a moment to notice that they're finally gone, he's too busy avoiding claws and fangs, and causing some damage himself to notice. When he does, he quickly know that it's time for a strategic retreat. The demon flaps his dark wings up, but before he can vanish Crowley feels a a firm grib around his leg, pushing him down. Yellow eyes stare down to meet a red ones and a smug smile.]

Long time no see you, Crawly.

[And he wasn't gone.]