Crowley gave a short nod encompassing all present just long enough to be civil. The look he was giving under the shades was one of cool distrust aimed at the entire room, though only the angel was ever able to tell what sort of look he was giving beneath his trademark sunglasses.

Ignoring that there were ARCHANGELS in the room seemed to be the best way to avoid panic so instead of thinking about the other heavenly beings, Crowley focused on the one that actually mattered. "Seems like you want to get yourself Ended since instead of being cautious you're out throwing parties. Or are you being clever and having your own after funeral gathering?"