Even though he senses he's not what he usually is, Crowley still has enough power to move and shake things if he wants. But why expend the energy when all it takes is a simple nudge in the right place? Or, in this case, a spark of flame? Humans are all animal deep down, desire and hate and fear. And what the conscious mind might not know, the body certainly will. Some would say he was playing dirty, and they'd be completely right. Some would also say, however, that as the King of Hell, he had a reputation to uphold.

"Oh my."

Soft, quiet... amused. Those brows lift again. Look at you. Aren't you something? Some Thing.

Crowley clicks his tongue quietly. Tut tut tut.

"You're a bit of a mess all around, aren't you? Which one do you piss out of?"