[The moment he's caught in that grip, Crowley drops his hand to his side and the silver blade slides into his palm. He just brings it up into view with a smug smile. He probably could have tried to plunge it into the angel when he slipped into that burst of anger, but...

well

he didn't. Don't question it.]

I think you've made several things perfectly clear, darling. And, well, I have no intention of toying with the boys if they won't even recognise me. Not very sporting, now is it? But you, you're still just as much fun here as you were there. Now, untwist your knickers and let go of my jacket. Unlike your ensemble, mine is expensive.