"It's not." His tone was still calm but just bordering on dismissive. It was part of why he was so calm. Simply shoving almost all emotion into some odd corner of his brain and locking it down. He didn't enjoy hurting others - generally, the exceptions were rare - it was just a tool to get information, of one type or another.

The ribbon twisted tighter, binding itself up in Crowley's hands, tangling around his fingers to prevent them from moving, leaving his hands almost completely wrapped - several times over in some cases - in the silver.