"I'm sure he'd love to know you are so quick to defend his honour." Had he not been concerned with Crowley knowing the full extent of his powers, he would have detailed how pretty Castiel really was. More so than most of his brothers, at least those in the Port, even if he hadn't voiced that thought to anyone.

He walked away from the table, fingers tracing over the ring. "Well. Since you are bored." He slide his fingers off, the ribbon snapping, flying backwards, snagging Crowley's wrists and pulling them behind his back, tying itself into a bow.