"When is there, then?" Crowley's voice has an edge to it. He feels like he could handle a few days of this---but this long? Not knowing what's going on with Aziraphale, not knowing when the assault will end...

He drops the sandwich back on the plate and waves a hand dismissively.

"It doesn't matter. We won't run out of ammunition, i can make sure of that. We could do this literally forever."