Crowley frowns, sipping at their drink. If Sam feels uncomfortable, Crowley doesn't notice, and it's likely because the demon is pretty used to that sort of reaction from people. "No, no one deserves that, I suppose." they finally say, a finger tapping against their glass in thought.

"But there's helping those in need, and then there's taking orders from a faceless entity that doesn't seem to care about them to begin with." Crowley shrugs, it sounds a lot like Someone they know. "Subtle differences."