Crowley was silent, at that, his mind calculating his options. He couldn't break out of a Devil's Trap of silver -- only Lilith could ever be capable of such a thing and seeing as he was not Lilith and the demon was not here, he was helpless to do anything but continued forward.

But that wasn't necessarily true. No -- Crowley was smart, and he began to pace within the ring, seemingly agitated and upset, but in actuality, he was only giving the dog the opportunity to see him. His hands were in his pockets, clenched into fists, but subtly, he began to move his fingers against his thigh -- tapping. Tapping. Tapping. And for a split second, the dog stilled, before resuming her snarling at the blanket -- and suddenly, Crowley stopped pacing, anger and frustration ripping out of his throat again.

"Go home, idiot," Crowley snapped at the dog -- and Growley immediately backed down, pressing her stomach against the ground for a moment or two as she whined. And the tiny moment of disobedience caused Crowley to snap at her again. "I said go!"

And at the last snap, Growley abruptly teleported away.

Leaving Crowley very much alone.

"We move forward or not at all," Crowley snarled angrily at the wall, like a caged cat faced down with someone they most certainly did not want to touch.

On the inside, though, Crowley was perfectly calm.

The dog knew what to do.