Of course they comply. And then frown, and step to the side a little, to get a better view. Then continue around in a wide circle, prowling like a very large, wary, but curious cat, mentally counting the time without the aid of the tablet. They circle closer, testing the feel of the air, seeking out the edge of Sora's boundary. "That. Is very useful."

They might be slightly jealous of all these people with magic. Just slightly. Somehow Crowley never made them feel like this, but these are clearly combat-oriented magics.

"How much can you stop. A body? Bullets?"