Nobody here is actually dangerous, mate. We might've been, once, but this place took that away from us. Ask anyone.

[Crowley says this with an air of flippancy. He's still fairly dangerous, but not like he used to be. His ability to damage reality is all but gone, but he can still fuck with people a bit. Which, he supposes, is something.

He turns sharply to the lad at his words, though.]

What do you mean, 'otherwise'? You can say that all you want, but I'm going back. I'm not staying here.