Crowley, having already wiped the blood off on his jeans and is currently wondering whether it might be more sensible to just like, leave. The admission still doesn't particularly bother him, but he has no idea how volatile this guy might be, and he's been reminded of how stupidly fragile his body is now.

He flinches slightly when Winter snaps back to himself, before smoothing the reaction down. "Oi, you're alright, nothing happened. Just that stupid entity nonsense." Not the most gentle reassurance, but he's doing his best. His best is just lacking somewhat.