"I'm not nice." he corrects her, making a face that looks disgusted at even the suggestion, "Certainly not nice to slackers."

As he said the last word his body twisted and voice raised slightly in the direction of the pitiful plant, which somehow, miraculously stood a little bit taller.

"I encourage them plenty. So does the fertilizer." he continues, and he isn't sure if he means the soil itself or the creature that defecates into it... the latter of which is actually quite nutritious for the types of plants Crowley is growing.