Crowley softens. Which, he supposes, is what's gotten him into this situation. He's so incredibly soft. He doesn't want to scold the human soldier person, he doesn't want him to apologize. He just wants him to be safe.

"Just don't go blowing yourself up again," he says, sniffing. "Or putting yourself in ridiculous danger like that. They'll all come back as well as you will, no need to go dying to save them."