"Would that be so bad?" he teases, following carefully. Crowley might not be the fighting sort, but he moves swiftly and without noise, centuries spent sneaking around and trying to be unnoticed being put to the test.

He nods at Yondu's instruction, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for anything they can use as a distraction. Normally, he'd miracle something falling across the way or even teleport himself inside, but it's not been easy to use his tricks as normal.